So I was cleaning tonight (holy crap! me!?!?!?!?!) and I came across some old "poetry" I wrote. I used to write a lot. It was mostly about unrequited love and such nonsense, but it was healthy. I think I was more observant back then. I was reading some of that crap and things that used to come from head were kind of deep, kind of mature for my age. At 14 years old I was writing about the class differences between myself and the boy I was in love with that year, and how that would have affected a relationship.
While reading it, all of a sudden I was taken back to a time when I had enough guster to just write whatever was in my heart at the time. I'm almost jealous of me 6-8 years ago. I'm almost afraid to write about things now. I kind of *jinx* things easily, so writing whats in my heart and my thoughts almost seems like a bad thing.
Hmm...I think I'm going to finish my Jager and ponder on this
(If I get naked and take drunken pictures ala broken_princess, I'll be sure to post them
)
While reading it, all of a sudden I was taken back to a time when I had enough guster to just write whatever was in my heart at the time. I'm almost jealous of me 6-8 years ago. I'm almost afraid to write about things now. I kind of *jinx* things easily, so writing whats in my heart and my thoughts almost seems like a bad thing.
Hmm...I think I'm going to finish my Jager and ponder on this
(If I get naked and take drunken pictures ala broken_princess, I'll be sure to post them
)
Life is weird!
Anyway, good thing too. All that stuff about repeating mistakes unless you learn from them weighs heavy whenever I pick up those pages. I respect my old writings, even though it sometimes annoys me how I seemed to know everything back then.
Little known fact- I call myself "dumbass" all the time....