Hello whoever might be out there,  My birthday gift this year was tickets to see Matilda The Musical at my nearest theatre (which as you may know, isn't near at all, especially as my Mum doesn't drive) and it was the best thing I could've got. I have wanted to see Matilda on stage for so many years, basically as soon as I heard about it. I was meant to go in Year 6 with my primary school but couldn't, and I am kind of glad in a way because it meant I got to go today. Matilda (1996) has always been my favourite film and probably always will be. I relate to Matilda Wormwood more than any other character, and part of the reason why I am glad I got to go now is because I can fully appreciate both the character's and my own lived experiences. I'm not going to trauma dump, that isn't fun to write or to read and I have already rephrased this several times to avoid it, but all you need to know is that I understand Matilda in practically every aspect of her character...

Hello whoever might be out there,  I haven't forgotten you. I know you're there. Always in the back of my mind. But there hasn't been a spark or a moment. Nothing that caused me to come sprinting here like a lost child being found. I've done stuff, sure, lots of stuff. I took part in a debate competition, there was Christmas and New Year's Day, my birthday, mocks, and probably a bunch of other things I could write about. How I am doing an album a day this year or how I had a job for a while. But nothing felt particularly striking. I mean sure, I could tease out a million stories if it was life or death, but I have control over my art (a little bit at least) and bog standard recounts wouldn't do anything to anyone. Even the nature of this very post is ironic, I feel like I spend most of my time here ranting about how I have nothing to say. How I am nothing more than a poser who has a blog for the aesthetic (which I feel like I should clarify is not true).  Which ...