The part of me that enjoys watching bad thing unfold kicks around the idea of finding days in my teenage diary that correspond to a date and publishing what I wrote that day. Then I remember how semi-mortifying it was to, not too long ago, publish pieces of my teenage zines. And then I also remember that the bad thing I would be watching unfold would be both my current embarrassment and Past Amanda’s teenage horrors. Still… some part of me says, maybe. Someone should probably talk me out of this.