So I finally gathered up the courage to read some of my older Sailor Moon pieces. Needless to say, the courage didn't last long. I can barely read through a chapter before cringing in embarrassment, shutting the browser, and hiding under my covers. Let's just say that once upon a time, I did a stellar job of exuding fourteen-year-old girliness. The stories will be left up for the sake of archiving, but for the record, I really think I stopped sucking so much once 2005 hit. It probably has to do with a mixture of puberty, maturity, and creative writing classes.