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Confession: I miss blogging. I miss documenting my thoughts. I miss writing pretentious words to an audience of absolutely no one.

Every few months, I've been oscillating between starting up this blog and starting a new one completely (because, you know, my life does not offer more pressing matters to muse about). And, truth be told, I've started quite a few. Most on Wordpress, some on Blogger, none of them kept more than a couple of days.

I think my hesitation to return to blogging, and this blog in particular, does not have anything to do with my commitment issues but, instead, the humiliating link to my old fanfiction account. Acciopencil.

...That sounded even more pathetic than it did in my head. Yes, my dear reader (and I'm not that optimistic to think there are more than one of you), I have stopped blogging. Because of a username. I am serious. Oh, the woes of 21st century adolescents!

I created that username over two years ago because it reflected my passion to write and my obsession with Harry Potter, all in one neat pseudonym. And while my adour for Harry Potter is as bright as ever, the flames I once felt while writing have died down. In other words, I'm struggling both with my real life identity and the persona I display online.

I have no idea what galvanized this change in how I feel about myself,  but I can tentatively trace some sources.

- The health kick I experienced several months ago, which gradually morphed into less of a health kick and more of a growing obsession with calories burned and calories consumed. Writing became a feat so great I wasn't willing to attempt it. How could I write when food became the entirety of my thoughts?

- Lack of self-esteem as a writer. I did the worst thing I writer could do, and compared myself. I took criticism to heart. Became moderately depressed.

 Well, obviously.

- My friend's blatant ostracism.

- School. No explanation required.

However, I have RETURNED, and with me, acceptance. Of myself, of my writing, of my appearance. Whether this me is "Acciopencil" or another half-baked attempt at pseudonymity, the writing has been rekindled.

So, here I am! Enough preaching.

In my blogging interim, you have missed -

My end of the year finals, where I kicked some biology and Intregrated 3 butt; passed all finals with perfect or near perfect scores. Received the highest grade in Ms. L's Bio. Was overly nerdy/enthusiastic over that fact.

Got my learner's permit, despite the fact that, yes, I'm sixteen, and, no, I did not receive a car for my sixteenth birthday because I lacked the qualifications to drive aforementioned non-existent car. /islame

Wait! You read that right! I turned to sixteen! Whoo.

I've taken up running for fun. I didn't even know those two things could correlate in the same sentence. I run three miles every other day. I believe this qualifies me as a marathon runner.

Until next time,

best wishes!

Tianna