So last night, while I was wide awake with pain and nausea (having gall bladder issues, long story) I decided to go through my gallery, something I haven't done in a while.
Wow. There was a lot of crap in there. A lot of self-destructive, passive-aggressive bullshit that made me angry at my younger self to read. God, the things I said and did, I was a horrible person. And man, my poetry sucked. XP
So I cleansed it. No worries, all that crappy old writing is safely saved on my hard drive, so if I ever feel like digging it out and revising it within an inch of its life, I can do so. I kept a few of my favorites in my scraps, but basically eve