I am back?

 It's been a while since I have written anything, here or otherwise. A year and a half to be precise. I am no longer a college student (for now), no longer a teenager (though I definitely do not feel like it) and the way I view myself and this world and life has changed drastically in this time. I had convinced myself that my writing was not good and that I shouldn't do anything I was not good at. But looking back now, reading the old posts here, I have to admit, maybe I was a bit harsh on myself. Now that I am confronted with adulthood and people asking me what I am going to do with my life with every turn I take, I find myself reverting back to the time I wanted to be a writer. To make some sort of change with my writing. Though I now realize that that is no easy task, I have nothing but time as my companion and I ended up here, wanting to write something.

I am someone who can only write from my experience, which is concerning for an English Graduate (I think this is the first time I have referred to myself as a graduate, Yikes!). My writing struggles with anything imaginary, which can be a boon or a bane based on how one views it. While I know that my writing has its own sense of honestly and vulnerability to it that makes it special and good, I cannot write something I don't experience, and 20 years is not enough to write a lot. So, I think I will take it upon myself to write about things I experience in a way that stays honest but also separates it from me. Reading this, one might think I have a lot of time in my hand. And you are not wrong, I do have too much free time. I find myself watching movies and shows and reading books but no one to talk to about it. I want this page to be a sort of journal for that, no matter if people read this or not.

This page will now be my Show Journal (there really is a little green book where I write about every show I watch), my Letterboxd, my Goodreads and my personal diary. Maybe not too personal because this is still the internet. But a window into my  thoughts and comments, if we will. Let's see how this attempt fairs to be, for someone who is known to half-ass stuff and give up halfway (not  on purpose, I should maybe care about why I keep doing that), I really do hope this ends up being something that sticks, and something I will enjoy doing, keeping me in check as well.  

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