I remember when blogging was required, or social exile would set in. But then again, blogs consisted of angsty teen confessions. Oh the pain and suffering of little pizza-faced-four-eyed-bookworm-boy who pined after the girl he couldn't have! Wait a minute, now they're married and have 3 kids...
That's how I remember it anyway. On Every. Single. Blog. It became old news, reading the same tension from different angles, writing styles, and amounts of swearing.
Oh how we grow, yet stay so young. Instead of from a 13 year old's view, we'll try this again, at 18.
18 and up.
inspired by Awkward Turtle....though this has completely different content...so far.
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