I left for a while because I grew up (somewhat) and my writing grew up (a very little) and even though I may not have changed a lot, it was difficult to keep writing in a setting where the pretentious idiotic spew of my thirteen-year-old-self can be easily accessed. Like, you can go down the side of this and just click 2009 and read ALL of it if you wanted to, and is that not terrifying? I think it's pretty terrifying. I was the dumbest thirteen-year-old it was possible to be, and now EVERYONE KNOWS IT
I remember thinking I was great when I was thirteen and just starting to figure out what blogging is, and now I'm really exhausted by rereading my relentless cutesiness. Why did I not make myself want to throw up?
I am currently, as I type, reminding myself that I:

1. should not delete the stupid entries from three years ago because as damning as it is it was a period in my life that somehow contributed to the cynical mewling mess I am now
2. have to remember that while I have changed, so has everyone else, and maybe giving this another go (for like the fourth time...) wouldn't be such a bad idea

so here I am, giving it another try, possibly. We'll see how this goes.

Until next time, kids.

Currently watching: RENT, for the third time, because (laugh all you want) musicals are a cure for almost every type of bad humour

Currently reading: Second Helpings by Megan McCafferty, which is the second book in the Jessica Darling series. One of the reasons I like this series is that I can never, never mix up what order the books go in.