Well...it is. I don't want to even look at this story. What it expressed is merely a troubled teenager's view on love and the world. That view no longer means anything to me.
Only when I learn more about life am I able to look back to this and say, how ignorant was I!
Heh, I have a similar view on my own stories. I don't even like most of my stories. Maybe that's a natural feeling for authors, as I've always had that myself.
I don't like most of my stories either, but that's because I'm not a good writer. I don't think that you should look back on your stories and see how ignorant you were; I think it should be something that look at and remember what you felt like back, and how much you have changed since.
Oh, I do both, alright
I look at my stories and I see how much I have changed, how ignorant I was, how utterly irrelevant my stories are to my life now and I look away without attempting to read it. That counts?