I feel tempted to delete some old journal entries. Mainly because a.) When I first started using the internet I can sadly admit that I talked like I was mentally challenged/incapable of writing properly. b.) Because sometimes it was just me being odd.
Being odd's nothing new, but it's just... a stupid form of odd. I could chalk it up to age, but does a couple years or less really mean anything at times? Maybe, maybe not.
The only thing I wish I had continued though is writing. I wish I still was constantly producing poetry, but good pieces. Not silly nonsense about fits of depression that subsequently rhyme every other line.
Hopefully I get back to it.
Alibis of the Heart
· Mon Jan 09, 2012 @ 06:21am · 0 Comments