Old stuff

I am getting rid of my old stuff on my harddrive. Jesus almighty! You´d be in stitches when reading all this pathetic outpours. Did I really have such a horrible childhood to feel the urge to write away all my frustration? Nope, of course not. Must have been boredom and hormonal fluctuations. At least, I went back to the original fiction which imbued me to write my literary failures. Now my head is spinning because of literary overload.