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The internet is a funny thing. It has the power to bring about nostalgia.
"What brought this up?" you ask.
Saturday night, I came across my forgotten Xanga (from 2003-2004). Back then I was so naive and emo. So emo in fact, that I had to "headdesk* at most of the entries. I then deleted my account.
Then last night, out of curiosity, I checked my DeadJournal (Yes, LiveJournal and DeadJournal) (from 2004-2006). I wasn't quite as emo, but it was around the time of my last breakup and eventual getting-over of my ex. Rough time there.
Then also last night, on Facebook, I finally find someone from high school that I was searching for off and on for quite a while.
"What brought this up?" you ask.
Saturday night, I came across my forgotten Xanga (from 2003-2004). Back then I was so naive and emo. So emo in fact, that I had to "headdesk* at most of the entries. I then deleted my account.
Then last night, out of curiosity, I checked my DeadJournal (Yes, LiveJournal and DeadJournal) (from 2004-2006). I wasn't quite as emo, but it was around the time of my last breakup and eventual getting-over of my ex. Rough time there.
Then also last night, on Facebook, I finally find someone from high school that I was searching for off and on for quite a while.