So I was reading a friend's blog today ans she was talking about her hubby's poems. That got me to thinking of the stuff that I use to write. Talk about morbid (my stuff). Death, rape, abuse and all sorts of other nasty stuff. It's amazing I turned out normal...
I looked through the writings from back then... I can't even bring myself to typing any of them on here they are so bad. Major rabbling of a teenage mind. Kind of like this blog is my rabbling of a 30something mind.
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No, no, no! Never go back and read the old stuff, especially teenage stuff. Remember that your brain wasn't full developed yet, so none of it counts!
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