Creative Liscense?

I wrote something terrible. it wasnt badly written, it made perfect sense, i didnt say bad things, but it made me feel terrible. it was originally about someone. it was ment to be neutral and something only i would understand. but when i wiped away my eraser pieces, and held it up to the light, i could barely look at it. it was opinionated and rude. to the normal eye, this wasnt this bad, but i knew that if the person it was about had seen it, i would not be happy. then and there, i shut the notebook. i put it under my bed and slipped under my sheets. i regretted writting down those things, they didnt come out as they were intended to.




but then again, arent most things?