
I hate to think about some of them. They were too personal and detailed. I had one that mostly consists of me crying/whining over the loss of my first love. Granted, that was a legitimately traumatic break up. I’m not going to go into it but just trust me. It was shitty. Then there was the one before that where I would bitch about my parents in huge paragraphs filled with run on sentences and CAPSLOCK. This blog is by far the longest lasting. I started it almost four years ago, and the first post I ever wrote was about my dad. There have been some pretty personal blurbs on here too, but none that hold a candle to my old blogdrives and xangas. Also, I never thought this many people would follow my blog. It still weirds me out. And as a result, my posts have become much less personal. I still share tidbits though, because I’m human, and there’s nothing to be ashamed of in terms of acting that way. Besides, as stupid or embarrassing past posts have been, I wouldn’t change them. I’d be more worried if I looked back on those and didn’t feel embarrassed. It’s good to know I’m making progress.