I Know No-one Is Out There. Do I Even Have To Ask?

Write for those of you who have not awaited my second advent I'm sort of back. It's kind of futile to say I'm back when by rights of my shameless dersertation of my blog audience I should not have anybody to be back to. Let me give a few excuses for my bad behaviour.
1. I had exams
2. The school blocked the blogging website and I couldn't be bothered to use the proxy. It took
too long.
3. I got tired of blogging. It just lost its whole meaning to me. But now that I'm in a revision
camp and I'm feeling the pressure of having to work everyday and not having my close
friends around me I'm beginning to understand why I took up blogging in the first place. It
was my outlet, my time to talk to somebody and at the same time know I was talking to
nobody. It was me, still not knowing who I was in the public school I went to. Still trying to find my identity amongst the 'darlings' and the 'pashminas' and the 'ski holidays in Val de san (i know i did not spell it right. In fact it was me trying to keep my identity. And it helped me...a lot.

And now that I'm in another revision camp again with people I don't know I need to keep the part that is me intact. So I'm back to blogging again. But this time I won't be a faithless lover and leave my first flame behind.