I was cleaning out my closet
...or journal, rather. And the only thought that kept coming to mind while I was reading most of my entries was how incredibly stupid I sounded.
I was told that age does this to you. I was seventeen or eighteen years old when I wrote most of these. I'm twenty-five now, so do the math and try to figure out what that's done for the way I think.
If I was given a time machine, I would go way back and pull myself to a corner. Then, I would tell her: "Hey, chickie. They're just fictional characters. Get a grip."
Sure, I would've probably pissed myself off back then and then the younger me would spew out some pseudo-intellectual bullshit about WHY OCS HAVE FEELINGS TOO HURRDURR.
I'm told that I was a bit too hard on myself, and I now have reason to believe that everything I say about myself back then is well-deserved.
I still haven't gotten around to writing yet. I think I will after I've finished some of my work.
I was told that age does this to you. I was seventeen or eighteen years old when I wrote most of these. I'm twenty-five now, so do the math and try to figure out what that's done for the way I think.
If I was given a time machine, I would go way back and pull myself to a corner. Then, I would tell her: "Hey, chickie. They're just fictional characters. Get a grip."
Sure, I would've probably pissed myself off back then and then the younger me would spew out some pseudo-intellectual bullshit about WHY OCS HAVE FEELINGS TOO HURRDURR.
I'm told that I was a bit too hard on myself, and I now have reason to believe that everything I say about myself back then is well-deserved.
I still haven't gotten around to writing yet. I think I will after I've finished some of my work.