A few years ago I dug up my old LJ password because I wanted to save all my journal entries in case the site suddenly disappeared or I lost the ability to log in. Aside from fanfic, most of my entries were personal journals that were locked private to me only. I was shocked to read how bitter, insecure and unhappy the person who wrote those seemed. Was I really so miserable? Then again, I've always used journaling to vent negative emotions, especially petty shit. I think the problem was at that time, I had moved to a new city & state and had no community or pastime apart from lurking around online communities. Now I have real friends and "touch grass" regularly.

Like the Secret OP, I was happy to see that my old fics were better than I remembered. Fluffy as all hell, which is the part that makes me cringe now, but otherwise nothing to be ashamed of!