I am Mortified. Legitimately Horrified.

I haven't written anything or posted it to this website in four years, and I almost forgot about its existence.

That is... until someone subscribed to my mailing list.

(Grammarly is already trying to tell me I'm wrong while typing this. Just so you know, Grammarly, I do not care if my writing sounds dumb; you will do as I say.)

I am mortified, but not because someone subscribed to my mailing list. (For all I know, that person could be a robot, so I'm going to pretend that they are for the sake of my mental health.) No, that person does not bother me. I am mortified because of the posts I have left on the internet for literally anybody who stumbles across to see.

I used to say I'm not an impulsive person, but after reading through the stuff Past Me wrote, I think I changed my mind. Why did I write a post about "losing someone?" I am legit gagging, just as I will probably gag immediately after reading the post I am currently writing.

I was just posting anything on here, huh? I haven't even read through everything because there's so much more here than I remember ever writing.

So here's a little fact about me: I sometimes open up a Google Doc and just start dumping all of the thoughts I have onto the page.

But apparently, for a short time when I was a seventeen-year-old junior in high school, I decided that those thoughts should be shared with the world.

(GODDAMMIT, GRAMMARLY SHUT UP. MY WORDS ARE FINE; YOU'RE JUST BEING MEAN. Look: I used a semicolon, and you're not getting mad. I think that means I'm qualified to write a FREAKING blog post that nOBODY WILL READ.)

I'll be back shortly. I need to read through the atrocity, also known as the ramblings of a seventeen-year-old.