CONFESSION: I've Had This Blog Since 2009

Crazy when you think about it. I was living a double life. I've had this blog since I was 7 years old. Really, I could write back then?

Now you may be wondering, "Why is his most recent post from 2020?" Sadly, I deleted the original posts out of embarrassment, or did I? Before deleting them, I took screenshots and, lo and behold, I've found them. So why not revisit them? These posts possess significant historical value if you think about it.

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There's isn't going to be much talking from my side since the posts will do it for you.

- Firstly, what a tragic way to start my birthday party.
- I didn't cry in spite of that blood loss. I was a strong kid.
- My spacing was a mess.
- Not ONE but TWO bandages.
- Hide and Seek & Lock and Key will forever remain classics.
- "I never want to go there thats my wish." My wish came true!
- SANDWITCHES.
- "We drank water." Good. Staying hydrated is essential.

- 2011 but my writing style somehow turned worse.
- I jumped like Superman indeed.
- "BAD ANT!!!!"
- No, it's a bee.
- What a logical way of drawing conclusions.
- In all seriousness, I legitimately felt bad for the poor bee.

- Important detail: "We ate one sweet thing there."
- If you want to make me happy, chocolate is all you need.
- Back when I was crazy about meat.
- Also, I ate fish? I hate seafood.
- The last few sentences make my blood boil.

A literal gold mine. I might make this a series.

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You Throw Like a Girl!

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The Forbidden Ps

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