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So I've been doing a lot of thinking and reading.
I miss how easy it was to write on my old blog. I'm not sure what makes it difficult here.

For one thing, I don't want to make my blog too...intimate? Yeah. I write in a "real life" journal about feelings and angst and friends and crap. No one wants to read that. My therapist probably doesn't even want to listen to it... but she gets paid. But I digress.

I don't really know what I want to write about. Quite honestly I don't have too many interests or hobbies. I'm not really cut out to blog about fashion- as much as I love fashion, I'm not going to pretend I'm as creative/knowledgeable/fashionable/etc as people like Tavi or Laia. I don't get around the interwebz as much as I should, either. In general I don't really do anything that interesting. Then again, especially with summer in three days, I really want to start doing interesting things... I want to start making art again... I used to draw and make things all the time, but when I...uhh, imploded, about two years ago I stopped doing things. I want to start drawing, painting, making random crafts, making clothes, writing, learning piano, and such again. I'm not good at anything, really, but I might as well start trying to do things I like and be productive and not waste so much time.

This is kind of going along with what I was trying to say before I started rambling about art, but I don't want to be pretentious. Pretentiousness is the worst.

It isn't that I haven't been thinking- I overthink everything, and it's kind of scary. But a lot of my thoughts- the ones that might be remotely interesting and aren't OMGPANICDECISIONWHATDOIDONOW, anyway- are difficult for me to articulate clearly. This is probably because I'm not developing most of my ideas past the initial vagueness of them for whatever reason, but I'm not going to pretend that I'm good with words.