a stellar smashing

I’ve always sucked at things like this:

Blogs. Diaries. Journals.

I think I lack the dedication, the perseverance, to commit to the required amount of creativity and writing to make one of these things a habit.

Blogs have always interested me, though. I’ve always wanted to be a dedicated blogger. To blog about love. Life. The things of this world that make me CRAVE connection and people and relationships. To blog my little fingers out.

But I’ve always understood that my attempts at blogging (which have only, until now, included Xanga and Myspace–both once-prolific breeds of today’s thousands of online personality profile pages) were just a handful of words thrown out into the immeasurable monstrosity of cyberspace.

And also, I never believed my life was worth reading about.

I did the whole high school angst/drama/depression thing. The rants and raves and crying poems of dying desires I don’t feel anymore.

My blog was a cookie-cutter copy of every other teenager’s, because my life was, too.
But now, somehow, that’s all changed.

My life is STELLAR.

So maybe, now, it will be worth reading.