Out of boredom,
I open up an old novel I was writing at the age of 13.
I remember thinking I was a brilliant writer,
This book is publishing material.
I read it today and
Cringe
At
Every
Word.
Filled with teenage angst, raging hormones and everything in between.
Why did I think this passed,
For writing?!
Well at least I improved.
But I don't like the fact that,
In few years,
I will cringe at writing I did today.
Hell,
I was reading a poem I wrote last year,
It became trending,
And I think "how?"
Is this even worthy for a like?
Well, I can say I grew.