Introduction

A simple introduction. 19. Probably someone you know. This blog is going to be an outlet or if you would like to call it, a platform to explore my thoughts (hence the title). Might also help me to improve my writing since it is barely required in my current course of study. I hope to not get too personal with my postings here as this is a blog, not a diary. Will include occasional reviews about the anime or movies I have watched. That is all I guess. Hopefully no one I know comes across this sorry excuse of a blog or if I did give you access, then you best believe you are special or something.

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