MyPast

Today I unraveled my past through Myspace.
Isn't it terrible that in my generation I can see myself years ago through a computer?
I can see what I looked like, and I can see what people said to me, and most importantly...
I could see what I said to other people.

I read through all my old Myspace messages, and one by one I remember so many things I had forgotten. People who used to be important in my life... whom I haven't seen in years. Things I thought I felt. Lies I told, and truths I didn't. But in the end I was myself in a peculiar, strange, almost funny sort of way.

I read back through things I said and my thoughts proceeded in this order:
Holy shit.
I'm retarded
What the hell was I thinking?
Do I have no knowledge of proper grammar?
No wonder everyone thought I was a idiot!
Holy shit everything is making sense to me now!

This leads me to believe that at 40 I may stumble upon ancient Facebook comments and pictures, or read this old blog and think the exact same things.

Hopefully not.