Boy Bewildered

I've been looking back, over my first few months of blogging. And more. I didn't write much, and a lot is just pompous and practice. There are typos too... But y'know.

I'm glad I kept it up. There's a lot of anger and stuff I'd forgotten about. And I've come along I guess.

I'm really glad some people (few, but some) read it now. I'm glad it's a secret from everyone in my life.

It feels good to write. I need it now I don't do English.

Thanks everyone, for reading and supporting. It's meant a lot recently.