A few years back I began to write. I can’t exactly pinpoint at what age or what day exactly but I know it was some time in my preteen years. Anywho, as I clean the clutter from my not so clutter less room I come across all my old poems, journal entries, and just crazy (sometimes intoxicated) blabbering. I’m tempted to throw it all away, cause who want to relive the past anyways? But there’s a part of me that just wants to put it out in the world just cause its a reminder of some of my happiest, saddest and most vulnerable moments. So here we are. If it wasn’t for these moments I wouldn’t be the person I am today. Here’s to getting over the past, enjoying the present and looking forward to the future.