My ten cents worth...
I haven't written about myself on here for a while, and I have to tell you that I don't even really feel comfortable doing it now. Recently I have decided that book snobbery is a big no-no and I think the same should go for blogs- anyone can blog about whatever they like and screw what Franzen has to say about the spread of amateurism- but I'm just not a huge fan of treating the internet like your personal diary, or posting endless self-portraits (Selfies) and outfits of the day. That being said, if I manage to take a photo of myself that I actually like, you know that picture is going straight on Instagram. Recently, I had a read through of some of my old journals from when I was nineteen and I realised that I had treated them the way that a lot of my generation treat their Facebook accounts: I only wrote when I was really sad or when I had something to complain about. The picture I got of myself was of a sad, lonely, rather unfocussed young person who didn't spen...