Here I am again, standing at yet another starting line in my life. I’ve probably started, failed, restarted, and erased many lines in my life. But finished? Maybe just a handful.
As to why I started writing again, it’s mostly to oil the cogs in my noggin. With luck, it’ll take me somewhere. With not so much luck, I’ll have my life chronicled for strangers on the internet. (*yells into the deep dark void*)
So, welcome back, awkward endings and bizarre outbursts!