(yet another) two years later

Well then, 'FUSHUN BLUG' lasted a relatively successful two posts (averaging at about one a year), I absolutely cocked up my a-levels and amidst the chaos, somehow found my feet and moved to London. Of course, I had the terrifying revelation that I'm not 16 anymore and instead, am doing an actual real degree. Alongside this, I have to do a weekly food shop, pay rent and attempt to not become a massive London twat. The last aim has been rendered rather obsolete though, as I'm already comfortable with paying £3 for a latte and judge any establishment that doesn't have a dairy free, gluten free, fun free option.
So here we are, slightly less fresh than I was a few years ago but always drawn back to the blog-o-sphere. The humble realms of blogspot, a place I considered turning my back on having read far too many amateur 'self help mental health' blogs. I've been nervous to come back and write because as much as I regularly scribble and prepare pieces, I know they'll never be read and therefore, my crippling fear of failure doesn't get meddled with. Alas here I am, metaphorically whipping my pants off and letting them run away with the wind. Not the first time such events have happened, I can assure you.

What next? I'm simply not going to implore any sort of fashion advice as my style has only tumbled into that of a Parisian boy. Parisian almost sounds too romantic for a wardrobe that consists solely of polo necks and ill fitting jeans but my god, under no circumstances can this blog become an outlet for my self depreciation and the hangover of my teenage angst. As it stands, my plan is to try and write a post a day in order to see where it takes me and what I can come up with. As disappointing as it is, writing only gets done when one sits down to write, so I've got to stay somewhat motivated and actually produce something.
Onwards and upwards then my dear friends and apologies for yet another introduction-type post... let's see how we go.