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So, I'm sitting here at my PC thinking that it's been a long time since I wrote something. And I still can't think of anything to write about. So, as all self-indulgent writers do, I write about something I know the most about - myself. Not the most interesting topic, I know. In my defence, the words self-indulgent were mentioned. I spent so much of my time with a certain set of ideas about love, life, the universe and Edward Cullen. And then, I grew up. Edward Cullen however, didn't. I grew up thinking that being an adult would mean unimaginable freedom. It would mean finally being cool, being awesome and surrounded by shiny, happy people. Of course, this would probably apply to everyone who reads this. But hey, I never said I was a special snowflake. Times as a child were spent eating Fried-rice in front of the TV (literally one foot away from the screen) and watching old TV serials. We played cricket in my Grandma's living room and Blind Man...