So I started cleaning and going through a box of old papers...all sorts of notes...everything I saved from high school til now...
I found a bunch of poems and diary-like entries I had written...some were sad...some hopeful...some about friendship...some about love or the lack thereof...a bunch of crazy emotion and yet it was all crap. I've been writing bits and pieces here and there all of my life and yet none of it's good.
I have no idea why I saved it all so long...and now it's gone. The mindless writings of my younger self, are officially garbage...and in a sense I am free of it.
In many ways I have always wanted to write something spectacular, but it's a skill I do not possess. I will never write anything that will change or inspire another, but I will never stop. That's the funny thing about writing...when you start you can't stop. I write on here, a bunch of mindless ramblings about my trivial little life, and yet it is freeing...
Too bad you threw it all away. I remember you always said you wanted to write your memoirs. But never say never because maybe you will one day.
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