Practice makes perfect, right?
Then one day someone took those journals and placed them on a BBQ pit and burned them.
I stopped writing after that.
But slowly, I am emerging. Hoping to find my voice. I want to coerce that being which once gave me so much validity to dance with me once more.
Anyways, the majority of my writing was stored on a gmail account. One that incidentally got deleted. With all this hype of the NSA, I know Google must still have access to the data. What does Google do with old email accounts?
Whenever I get emo about this stuff I watch this video.