This is excitement and hit it.

I just spent the last hour reading all of my blog posts and removing posts which I think are, well, offensive and insulting. And reading them back is making me feel nostalgic.

I found posts about Mawi (which Ateem responded quite ferociously because she used to be a fan), posts about my life in Segamat which I naively wrote, posts about my friends that I was once close to, delusional-I-think-I-can-be-a-good-enough-writer posts, typos (in most of them), abundances of grammatically incorrect sentences, and posts that reminded me that I used to be happy.

Now, my grammar is (slightly) better than before and I use exceptional, oh-out-of-this-world words and idioms because I know I can but I can't write like that anymore. I've experienced too much and seen too much to know that I'm not as innocent and naive as I used to be.

Now, I'm just a sceptical cynic who sees the worst in everything.

I've also removed every photo of my friends, my family and I because.....well, I can't explain it. Let's just say it's good to be anonymous sometimes, which is pretty ironic since I think that anonymous are cowards.