Closet Clutters

Fell down a rabbit hole reading my previous blog posts tonight. It's like taking a time machine and experiencing the whole thing all over again. There are posts that I could remember who and what I was pertaining to. There are posts that left me wondering what I was talking about there. Though some of those memories are hazy and details aren't as clear, I still remember the feelings I had back then that somehow transcended from my words and paragraphs. See, there's this guy (there's always a guy, right?) that discovered my blog. I was a bit scared and embarrassed about him reading my sexploits and misadventures. And I guess what I'm more concerned about was him seeing my inner thoughts and feelings of my past self and he might think that I am still that person. To be fair to him, he does a good job of assuring me that what's past is past. He does seem genuine and sincere. (And he can read this now hehe) I stopped reading my posts at 2014-ish. Seems to become hea