well, come!

And so it begins again. I was of the neo-teenie bopper crew, typing away our preteen angst for all the world to see--"all the world" being our friends to whom we vehemently sent links to our blogs. With maturation and the pressures of a social life away from the computer, I gave up on such frivolities. Instead I took up poetry and fiction, replacing rants beribboned with poor grammar and internet slang with elegant prose. It worked for me for a while, and I am happy to report that my voice as a writer has genuinely developed.

But now I find myself at an even more vulnerable point of my life. I am a senior at high school, struggling to straddle the canyon that breaks childhood with adulthood. If the insecurities and dramatics of adolescent weren't enough, I now am simultaneously faced with the intensities of independence. Sure, I've faced such challenges sporadically throughout the last few years, but now the future is glaringly waiting for me to step towards it.

And once again I find refuge in the release of anonymous blogging. But this time I vow to be truly anonymous. And I also vow never to abandon standard conventions of writing. This won't be a place for me to screech about crushes and bad grades. I plan to eloquently write about the life of a girl. Any girl. She is sad and she is happy; she is aggressive and she is pensive; she is jealous and she is tolerant. She wears her heart on her sleeve, and she wants no more than to love and be loved. She will be moved, but she will also move herself. She will whisper her secrets, and shout her epiphanies. She has highs and lows, but she is always only just that girl. That girl you know.