So, this is a pretty impromptu blog post, because it's 2 a.m. on a Sunday and I haven't written anything in ages. There's a reason why, of course. As a journalism student, I've been getting a lot of advice from seniors, alums and professors to kind of build some kind of identity for myself online. But as someone who is pretty close to being a digital native (Facebook at the age of 7, Twitter at the age of 10, etc.), there's a lot of my history online. I don't think I've really done anything shameful online. I've once angrily tweeted at boy band The Wanted because they threw shade at One Direction, but that was ages ago and you can't really blame a fangirl at the age of 11. Other than that, I've posted cringey stories, bad novels and pushy blog posts demanding reads and attention, but I've forgiven myself. In fact, I look back at my younger self and feel a kinship and would love to pat that version of me on the head and tell myse...