Why hello Internet,
I forgot I could use you to do useful things. Sick and tired am I of social networking, of updating my memory space with lunch pictures on Instagram and cats. Especially, cats. I'm back to blogging.
Can't forget my writing roots. Till this day I still regret deleting a manuscript of a book on my PC which I wrote when I was only 9 or 10. Nearly 20 chapters long, I reread it when I was 14 and thought it was utter crap and decided to do the mature thing any self assured 14 year old would do and erased it from my history.
"No longer shall this childish story embarrass me! AH HA!"
What an idiot.
I'm 20 now, let's try again.