The excerpt below was written awhile ago (presumably 2-3 years prior), but it certainly exposed some deep feelings I had back then. I look back on some posts and go "WHO THE HECK WRITES THESE?"
Me.
I wrote them.
And I think that I just might resume what I've left blank.
So as blogspot dot com said in its first test post,
"Hi world!"
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The attempted stalking of an unnamed someone has left a blotch of creepiness on my resume of life. Much has changed since the incident. It matters not that the attempt was an utter failure; it was the intent behind the action which is certainly a cause of concern among fellow council members of the brain.
On a sidenote, speaking as if the brain is a cabinet-sque decision-making body doesn't really help one who's already in need of psychiatric evaluation.
Coming back to the present:
The past couple of weeks have been interesting. The sort of interesting where even ice-creams and favourite songs on karaoke cannot rival.
So if I pinch myself and realize I'm not dreaming, I think I should pop imaginary champagne and celebrate the coming of age (albeit slightly delayed) of a used-to-be, uninteresting, undriven 20-something.
Here's to you and how you've beautifully lit up the room. My room.
