I'm back.

And it's wonderful.
I'm writing again. Really writing again thanks to this blog.
I haven't felt the need to write since about the sixth grade.
I gave up on it. I hated anything I did write, with the exception of one single poem.
Since I've starting blogging,
it's become my release.
I can't go on with a thought in my mind until I write it out of me.
Literally.
It's like a pensieve.
Every emotion that I don't want hanging around, I need to release.
I think that's why most of my blogs aren't happy ones...
When I'm happy, I tend to write a little less, because it's something I'm ok with.
When I'm upset, I need to get it out...I can't remain that way, it needs to be released. I usually tend to write a lot more when this is the case.
And I usually tend to reach my epitomes and breaking points while writing.
Shortly thereafter...I'm usually close to ok.
And last night, after I heard that quote in the movie...and started thinking...I got this insane urge to start writing. I haven't done that since the age of twelve.
Throughout the whole movie, that's all I could think of.
That quote. The start of my thought process. The need to write it down and actually go somewhere with it.
The *second* I was back in my room, that's exactly what I did. For an hour. Wrote out an entire train of thought.
And, unlike everything else I used to write, I was really pleased with myself afterwards.
I read over it a few times, and actually liked it, and didn't mind the fact that other people would be reading it.
Kristina has told me twice now I should write songs.
Well...I don't know about that...as I don't sing, nor do I have the desire to, nor am I good at creating melodies, song writing would be...slightly pointless.
I'm fine with long, written out trains of thought.
Heck, I love long, written out trains of thought.
It's just exciting to revive something that I figured I'd never be able to pick up again.