The Horror That Comes When You Read Your Old Posts

My goodness. I actually hate my old self. 2011 me? Spoiled, sheltered, petty little freshman girl with no confidence and no empathy. She’s self-centered, and not even in a reflective sort of way – she’s wrapped up in the coming and goings of her mundane, boring everyday life. Like, what I ate for breakfast, and theContinue reading “The Horror That Comes When You Read Your Old Posts”