i have come to the temporary conclusion that everything i wrote before i was twenty-rightnow was shit! I find myself cringing at the naiveness, at the recklessness with which i would use clichés. The overabundance of metaphor. I must have thought i was in some contest to test just how many of the fucking things i could come up with to describe the same thing.
There is something to be said for saying 'you're fucking beautiful' instead of 'your eyes like emeralds glisten and i sat gasping for.... fuck! i think i just threw up in my mouth a little bit.
now i don't mean to be cruel to my younger self, he tried, he didn't know any better, i hope he never reads this and has his feelings hurt or worse gives up entirely.
no, no, that would be sad. Instead i hope i read this, in 9 years, when i've come to the temporary conclusion that everything i'd written before i was thirty-righthen was shit! i hope i read this, laugh, and go easy on my twenty-six year old self, and i hope i never ever read what i write about me then.
There is something to be said for saying 'you're fucking beautiful' instead of 'your eyes like emeralds glisten and i sat gasping for.... fuck! i think i just threw up in my mouth a little bit.
now i don't mean to be cruel to my younger self, he tried, he didn't know any better, i hope he never reads this and has his feelings hurt or worse gives up entirely.
no, no, that would be sad. Instead i hope i read this, in 9 years, when i've come to the temporary conclusion that everything i'd written before i was thirty-righthen was shit! i hope i read this, laugh, and go easy on my twenty-six year old self, and i hope i never ever read what i write about me then.
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May 21, 2007 at 7:26 PM
WOW YAY
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