I've been in a strange place for the past year or so. While my priorities have changed dramatically (seemingly for the better), I'm having a hard time reconciling my behavior during my adolescent and teenage years with any other typing. Many (if not, most) of these behaviors are things that I've come to consider destructive and incredibly unappealing (and most of the people I've known during this period can attest to that - I've always been nothing more than a passive nuisance. Corny, awkward and forgettable.), and am glad to have seemingly grown out of, but I figure no good can come out of shaming my past...While I wish I could've been dealt a 'better' hand, it seems I have no choice but to resign myself to my fate.
I'm not sure where I'm trying to go with this, but I just needed to let this out.