I just cleared out my childhood bedroom at my parents' place, you know? And like, holy shit, I found this STACK of poems I wrote for someone back in the day—like high school? And they're all super dramatic, all about like, how I felt and what I wanted and it's just so embarrassing now, like, what the actual FUCK was I thinking. She didn't even... it just never went anywhere, so they all just sat there, unsent, and I just shoved 'em in a box. I just left 'em in the trash at my parents' house, like, no way am I bringing those back to my apartment.