<p>So &quot;Mortified&quot; came to Boston and I couldn&#39;t go because of the aforementioned illnesses in my household.&#0160; What&#39;s &quot;Mortified&quot; you ask?&#0160; It&#39;s a performance filled with &quot;everyday adults sharing aloud their most embarrassing, pathetic and private teenage diary entries, poems, love letters, lyrics and locker notes... in front of total strangers.&quot;&#0160; In other words, COMEDIC GOLD.&#0160; I was upset to miss the show and went to their website instead and yes! - they let you read people&#39;s angst-filled bad poetry right online.&#0160; Totally worth a <a href="http://www.getmortified.com/woe/" target="_blank">look</a>, if only for the hi-la-ri-ous pictures.</p>

<p>They let you &quot;audition&quot; for future shows (if you live in Beantown, LA, NY, or SF) and while I will happily sit in the audience and laugh at people, I would never get on stage and admit to the stupidity I put to paper back in the day.&#0160; I may have baby snot on my shirt, but I still have my dignity.&#0160; I will not embarrass myself in a roomful of strangers.</p>

<p>But embarrass myself in front of an <em>internet</em> full of strangers?&#0160; Well, that&#39;s what a blog is for!</p>

<p>So without further ado, I present to you:</p>

<p>PITY BY MYSELF<br />(by RH, age 14)<br /><em><br />I don&#39;t know who I love,<br />or who loves me.<br />Is it that I don&#39;t wan&#39;t to,<br />or that I can&#39;t?<br />Is it that no one wants to,<br />or no one can?<br />For now, I just sit here<br />feeling pity by myself.</em></p>

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<p>I can feel my cheeks burning from the pointing and laughing already.</p>

<p>I KNOW that I&#39;m not the only person out there who kept a journal as a teen.&#0160; I was brave enough to post my crap (behind a veil of internet anonymity - but still).&#0160; I double-triple-dare you to do the same.</p>

<p>And put a link in my comments so I can read it, will ya?&#0160; Misery loves company.</p>

<p>Others who have opened up their diaries and/or embarrasing prose from more innocent times:</p>

<p><a href="http://mrsfortune.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-triple-dog-dare-you.html" target="_blank">Mrs. Fortune</a></p>

<p><a href="http://lovelydavis.blogspot.com/2006/03/bad-poetry.html" target="_blank">Mrs. Davis</a></p>

<p><a href="http://motherhooduncensored.typepad.com/motherhood_uncensored/2006/03/before_i_was_th.html" target="_blank">Kristen</a> </p>

<p><a href="http://anothermommymoment.blogspot.com/2006/03/dora-sign-language-and-teenage.html" target="_blank">J&#39;s Mommy</a></p>

<p><a href="http://girlsgonechild.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-first-poem-ggchildhood.html" target="_blank">Girl&#39;s Gone Child</a></p>

<p><a href="http://mommaamme.typepad.com/mommaamme/2006/01/not_a_poet_and_.html" target="_blank">Nancy</a></p>

<p><a href="http://mom-101.blogspot.com/2006/03/poetic-suckitude.html" target="_blank">Mom-101</a></p>

<p><a href="http://www.lastnail.org/2006/03/ode-to-i-suck.html">Christine</a><a href="http://scarbiedoll.blogspot.com/2006/03/confessions-of-teenage-dirtbag.html"><br /></a></p>

<p><a href="http://scarbiedoll.blogspot.com/2006/03/confessions-of-teenage-dirtbag.html">Martinis for Milk</a></p>

<p><a href="http://rnmorgan1.blogspot.com/2006/03/angst-its-not-just-for-breakfast.html">Robin</a></p>

<p><a href="http://weirdgirl.typepad.com/home/2006/03/poetry_or_lack_.html">Weirdgirl</a></p>

<p><a href="http://ktjrdn.tripod.com/whats_new/index.blog?entry_id=1444239">ktjrdn</a></p>

<p><a href="http://bloggersrepent.blogspot.com/2006/03/time-to-remember.html">Blog Antagonist</a> </p>

<p>Now, doesn&#39;t that feel better?</p>

<p>(Let me know if I should link to yours)</p>
