"State your name and an interesting fact about yourself."

Name: Melody.
Interesting fact: ...

Introducing yourself seems like a simple task. But when my lecturer asked us to include an interesting fact about ourselves, I have to admit, I was stumped. It really got me thinking: What exactly makes me an interesting individual?
I don't have a trademark. I'm no longer passionate about the things that used to make me happy. I don't have exciting stories to tell. I've not achieved anything worth talking about. I have no mentionable talents. There is nothing remotely interesting about me. Not anymore at least.

It has not always been like this. Over the years, there were certain traits people would recognize me for. I was stronger than most boys my age. I was the obvious tomboy. I used to claim sarcasm as my mother tongue. I was the walking dictionary. I was overtly passionate about photography. I was the HTML geek. I had a knack for remembering everyone's birth dates. But now, nothing. Nada. Zilch. There is nothing that I truly feel ardent about. I've become so incredibly dull that even my preference palate is non-existent. I have no strong likes or dislikes. I am basically okay about anything. I can't tell you what my favourite song is, because I don't have one. I haven't had one for a long while now.

Maybe photography is the one thing some people will always associate me with, but that's only because of the name I've built for myself in high school. Now that I'm in college, I highly doubt I'd still be know as the photographer. As much as it kills me to say it, my fervor for photography is noticeably less intense compared to when I just started. And honestly speaking, even on an amateur level, I am not particularly good in photography.

It seems like my mind does not fully comprehend the definition of growth. I'm going backwards when I should be evolving into a more accomplished being.
I feel as if all the colours have been washed off me, and I'm now nothing but a blank canvas.

I need to reinvent myself.