So, the day I'm writing this is the same day that this entire story so far is being collected onto wattpad. it was previously floating around in a folder on my google drive. I mean they're all still there but still.
I had forgotten about alot of what I had vented in the past. There's alot I've forgotten about. My long term memory's been terrible ever since mom passed.

These things are practically time capsules. some of my venting through writing is super cringy when I actually think over it but it made sense at the time and was valid at the time.

I've found I can never truly cringe at cringy things for some reason... I recognize them as cringy but it's not too painful for myself really. It's a part of humanity which has somehow become taboo. huge emotions and warped perspective because of said emotions isn't uncommon. All it does is damage the individual's sense of pride later. My own cringy stuff really only communicates to me that I've grown. Past me was fine with whatever they were doing. I can just accept that I've grown past that, found something better, or realized my mistake.

I have a friend who I wrote alot with back in 2013-2014. I consider those to be the best years of my life (2013-2015) I had friends, we were close, I was happy and doing what I loved. Of course, by the vent poetry and spew, everything still wasn't perfect.
literally everything from those years has seventeen layers of nostalgia stuck to them. To my friend, however, those layers aren't nostalgia but cringe. They were going through their "rebellious phase" at the time, as far as I'm aware. Whenever referring to this point in time in the past they always mentions that they had alot of pent up rage they needed to vent.

I now have a playlist full of legitimately cringy songs about rebellion, loneliness, and depression that I genuinely consider nostalgic.

what can ya do.