years later
It's been years since I've been here. Everyone that used to journal has moved on. It's weird to reread what you wrote as a teenager. The anxiety and sadness; the euphoria. I couldn't remember who wrote what. Usernames that were once extensions of the person, now are puzzles for me to solve.
I've decided to return. Not because I have reverted to my teenage ways entirely, but rather because I need the outpouring. I need the connection. Regardless of the rantings within these journals, my teenage years weren't terrible. I miss their complex simplicity. Growing up is hard.
This shall be my vice.
I've decided to return. Not because I have reverted to my teenage ways entirely, but rather because I need the outpouring. I need the connection. Regardless of the rantings within these journals, my teenage years weren't terrible. I miss their complex simplicity. Growing up is hard.
This shall be my vice.