Cringing my head off at this insight into my own youth...

[solidgoldbrass]

In the process of having a right old clear-out, have uncovered a box of 'conversations' ie note-passing that I used to do with friends at school in my teens; we would basically pass a sheet of file paper back and forth between us in particularly boring lessons and discuss... stuff.
What an unbelievable little tick I was! If not whining or sulking, I was slagging off my mates' boyfriends and then complaining no one liked me. Mind you, the next time I start wishing I could be Young Again I will remember those scribbles and be very glad that I am not, in fact, 15 any more. Has anyone else got lurking horrors like this, old diaries or whatever?

At least, I thought smugly, my idiocies are not on the Interweb.
Google self.
Mistake.
There I am in all my glory, at my most fat-faced, wittering away...

Oh god this thread has brought it all back... I kept a diary from the age of 11 to about 16. I got rid of all of them but the first two, horrendous they were. Full of dramatic angst and explicit detail of my most embarrassing teen moments.

I also have a memories box too that is full of stuff I have no idea what it was supposed to remind me of.

I am equally glad and sad that I got rid of the rest. I have a DD so it's probably for the best. I would have died if she'd have read any of them...

Oh, NOOO, SGB!

Can we have a quote?

I was curious about the origin of 'be still my beating heart' whilst smiling at its use.

A quick google reveals that the earliest citation of the full 'be still, my beating heart' comes from William Mountfort's Zelmane, 1705:

"Ha! hold my Brain; be still my beating Heart."

it was a Garfield strip, i am TELLING you.

I did a certain amount of, um, television when younger. Mercifully very, very little of it made it onto Youtube. But one of my friends is the sort of bastard who hunts this stuff up and puts it there.

No you are not getting the link.

I had a diary when I was about 15 in which I detailed all conversations with X (boy in my class who I fancied) and then analysed them for evidence that it might be reciprocated. Problem was that I was very shy and terrible at talking to boys, so conversation usually went along the lines of

Me: "Have you done your essay yet?"
Him: "No. Might do it tonight."
Me: "me too"
[silence]
Me: "See you in English then"

This would then warrant a 2 page analysis.

SGB, and

PMSL at RealLife - I was exactly the same. Pages of analysis of the fact that the boy I fancied had walked past me in Woolworths and said 'Oh, hello,' and walked off again.

Oh, god, he spoke to me! Should I have said something? I couldn't because I had a zit on my chin and I hid it with my hair but that would have looked silly if I'd stood IN FRONT OF HIM talking with my hair over my face! I'm dying just thinking about it! But, should I have said something because now he'll think I don't like him because I just mumbled a sort of hello. But I smiled. Well, I hope he could see I was smiling through the hair. Oh, god. DAMN THAT ZIT! God, I swear it's grown since I started writing this ...

I found a diary I kept from the age of thirteen to seventeen

I can't believe how saucy they are, I fell in love at sixteen with a lovely boy and discovered a lot of new things with him all of which I documented and hope
my parents or dc never find it . My mum dad and stepmum still to this day marvel at how well behaved I was I do not want to shatter the illusion.

best cringeworthy moment is without a doubt,
every time I see him my heart beats a love song.

Worst thing is at the time I was really proud of myself for coming up with it.

I kept a diary from 10-19. They are all in my parents' loft. The worst years are 14-16. I can't even bring myself to open them, I was such a tit. My primary school diaries are full of what I played at playtime, what I had for school lunch and which animal biscuit mum gave me on the way home. Such simple times...

This thread is awesome I'm sitting at my desk in work crying at a musical based on Hamlet .

My Mum is moving house soon, who knows what treats there will be waiting for me in her attic no diaries unfortunately but the lyrics to the songs I used to write for the Girl Band I kept trying to form in a desperate attempt to get on Saturday Superstore Search for a Superstar might be there.

I kept one for a year, from the age of 11-12 I think. I seem to recall that it mostly documented tedious activities I had done that day, honestly believing that this was what I would want to look back on in years to come. I got my first period on 8th May that year, and remember writing very faintly in pencil 'and I started my periods' because I didn't want anyone to ever know. In fact, it's probably the only piece of information in the entire thing that has any relevance to me now!

I also have a LiveJournal somewhere from when I was about 15/16, and a file on my computer of (awful) poems I wrote throughout my teens.

Hahah I discovered a box of the very same as the OP this weekend - I was a cringey awful 14 year old!

"Does this boy like me? He said hello, what does it mean?"