Blogging in the Beginning

I was 15 years old when I made my first blog. It was a ujournal. Its primary purpose was to entertain me while I was stuck at home. It's filled with paint drawings, bad poetry, memes, online surveys, and names of people I don't even recognize. Six months after that I stopped blogging for a while. When I decided to hop back on the horse, I made a new name for myself and posted for another eight months. I still came off as angsty, angry and depressed. Then, I switch over to a different user name which I blog under for three years. Just to keep count:

First Blog: 201 Journal Entries
Second Blog: 92 Journal Entries
Third Blog: 808 Journal Entries

That is 1101 journal entries, which doesn't include the Diaryland account I once had nor the one time I deleted everything in my account.

Reading back entries of my first three blogs that are still intact, I am amazed at my own evolution, not as a writer, but as a person. I am far less angry and much more carefree. However, a lot of my abilities as a creative writer are no longer being tapped. I believe a big part of that is because I no longer need to escape from my real life.

Past blogs, for me, are embarrassing. I'm ashamed of how angry I was and how rudely I spoke of others/to others. Part of me wants to delete them all. I really don't see how that would be a bad idea. I'll chew on that for a while. I think it would be therapeutic to delete the past, very Eternal Sunshine for the Spotless Mind.

For now, I would like to apologize to my long time readers for the crude words I have typed for years on end. I do not like making excuses for my actions, so all I can offer is my regards.