Restart

Blogging feels entirely unnatural to me. When I was in middle school, I tried it once. I kept a Xanga for about...four days. That was it. My friends kept trying to make me write more. I felt that it was pointless. It was a waste of time. I never knew what to write or who to write it to or how to start or why I was bothering to write this thing anyway since it was basically a diary that people could make fun of me for. No thank you. And then I tried again the summer after I graduated from high school. I was bored, alone, and trying to prove to myself that people liked me, even if they were just on the internet. All I proved to myself is that I still have trouble expressing myself in an open space and finishing the things I start. Well, here I am. I'm giving it another go. We'll see what happens. Wish me luck!