So I've had what many would call too much free time (but I believe there's no such thing). I've come to the point where I'm already well rested, and updated on all my favorite TV series. So now that I'm done with that, I've spent time online and realized I don't have many ideas on what to do besides Youtube and Facebook (but I'm done with that too), so yesterday I remembered a certain poetry site, where I used to upload my "poems". I now call it my emo-poetry because it was written at a time of my life where I was miserable and all that.

Anyway, I started browsing through some of my last poems and they were okay, because they we're post-emo, but then I got to the emo poems, and not only where they sad, pathetic and embarrassing, but they were also BAD, super bad. I've seen worse, but still, I couldn't bear reading them. I can't even believe there was a point of my life when I felt that way, I know I was miserable during some years, but my poems are so cliché that they make my past seem a little bit fake and annoying. I wished I hadn't ruined my painful experiences with those poems, but I remember them being somehow comforting so it's okay, and I remember good times in that poetry community, reading and writing poems, participating in forums. So I guess I don't really regret it, but I'll still pretend it never happened.

I was going to put some of my poetry here, but then realized it's way too embarrassing, so I won't. LOL.

P.S. Sorry if my grammar is bad, but English is actually my second language.