first post

Right now, I'm wondering why a fifteen year old going on twenty-one years of age needs a blog. Nothing significant occurs in my life as of far, other than the general worry of SATs and ACTs. and I am not old enough to discuss the world events that occur around me, because my age does not permit me to give myself the illusion that the world cares about my opinions nor will act upon my insignificant opinions. I don't know why I wanted a blog in the first place. Is it just because that it gives me the barest hope that my inbox will be filled somehow with the illusion that the one that I care most about has sent me a token of his affection? or is it because I merely want to write? I suppose that I could write more, but then again, I really can't. I have school tomorrow (it's now 9:37 at night) and my hands that are aching to write more because of my inherent writer's urgings cannot because, unfortunately, they are also aching from my adolescent growing pains. All that I can leave an inconspicuous and ever-critical reader with (who most likely only exists in the wild depths of my mind and the bi-polar personality of my inbox) is that if one is looking for criticism of world events, one will not find it in my own personal haven on the Internet.
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Huh. It seems that I just wanted somewhere private to write. But don't let that refrain you from pressing that little button on the tenth dimension of the human world, aka the Internet, that sends a cyber Cupid to my inbox.