Well, well, well..

 .. Look who’s back.

I don’t know what brain spasm or mental conniption I was having at the time when I remembered this pseudonym I used to use but one Google search and a quick click and here I was. It was kinda like Shrodinger’s Cat for a while. I’d leave it.. keep checking it was here, afraid I’d dreamt it up. I’d found a piece of my life I’d completely forgotten about. Buried. Deep. That was the point at the time though, wasn’t it? That it was hidden. That nobody ever knew. Well done, idiot. You’ve buried your shit so deep you practically labotomised yourself. Well ta-da. 

The first thing that struck me was that:

1) I miss writing without thinking

2) My writing has now turned into the complete wank of an almost 30-something-trying-to-write-like-something-else

3) It’s been 6 years, and I’m still searching.

Fuck me running.

This can’t be good.