A couple of years back, I made myself known as an amateur writer and contributor for a "literary" webpage. I wrote several pieces of which I'm not really proud of today, since I was just starting in this writing thing and I admit that reading my previous stuff after all these years and everything I've learned throughout makes me cringe a little. It wasn't bad, but it needed a bit more work.
Nevertheless I'm proud of those writings, since they were my first attempts at writing essays and most of them dealt with really personal experiences, like most of the content on that page. The page also had a forum. It was a melting pot of all kinds of interesting characters, most of which still remain as contacts and some of them have even become personal acquaintances, whose friendship I still value.
But then, megalomania fucked everything up.
I won't tell ...Keep reading.















