How come I don't write like I did in 2006? I wish I could say it's because I've moved past the anguished angst-y stage so I no longer need melodramatic introspection. The true story, though, is that I never give my thoughts any time to build up into a post anymore - they're invariably whittled away into statuses, or posts, or tweets, or pings.
I'm not sure if I can break that mold, but sometimes I read posts which I remember feeling my way through, and I know I need to turn out at least a few. If I don't, I'll have nothing to look back at when I'm forty but an empty shell of posts which may as well have been social networking updates.
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