I’ve recently gone through my writing folder in an attempt to organize it and remove duplicate files or really devastatingly awful ideas that I will never take forward. Beyond finding out that I have a good chunk of my essays and stories from college, I also found loads of old poetry that I had thought was lost. The last post (nostalgia) was new, but I suspect over the next day or two I’ll pick out a few more oldies to share, like the other ones I have done tonight.

I was quite obviously obsessed over one particular subject. As a result, they are treacle sweet and hopeless and completely full of shit.

But then, that’s part of being human.