Needless to say I don't know where to begin.
I suppose I'll explain myself first.
So this blog used to be quite a significant part of my life about 5 or so years ago. I wrote in my native tongue, and, as it turns out, was pretty decent. And this is judging by someone who's now 5 years older and supposedly more mature.
I have, however, hidden the majority of my old posts. They may surface at some point, they may not. Most of them were teenage angst and sexual frustration-ridden anyway, although not as embarrassing to read back as I'd hoped they would be.
I've left one post in the public domain, for comparison and such.
And to be perfectly honest, I'm only slightly less of a lost soul in the world than I was back then.
I wanted to say next month, but who am I kidding, this was a work in progress ever since November, I'm starting a little bit of a new chapter in my life. The agenda involves: moving to the city, discovering new favourite takeaway joints, spending less money on takeaways and more on live music, failing that and spending all my money on clothes. Also, going on many a tinder date and documenting them here.
I suppose a few fundamentals have changed since I vented here last: I'm no longer a sexually frustrated virgin, I don't speak with an accent anymore, I have gained and lost and gained and lost weight, and I know what a vCPU is.
In a bit.
