I miss it

So, when I was a teenager, miserably happy. I use to write poetry. I was quite good at it. Then I met J and I lost the will. I don't know if I wrote because it was my only release, because I was lonely and had craptastic parents, or what exactly stemmed my writing abilities. I do know that I miss having that release, no matter how hard I try, I can't do it. My mind isn't in the right place for it I guess.

I am thinking of putting all my poetry in a blog. Just because I don't have it saved anywhere. I don't want to lose it. What if it burnt up in a fire? I would never have them again.

I honestly don't think anyone reads this blog, but it's here, take it or leave it.