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It feels incredibly strange looking at my journal now, especially after not touching it in so long. I guess you could say it's like opening up an old diary, and you find yourself reading it and going, "Did I really write this?" I've always thought myself the one who didn't change and that those around me were the ones moving on with the times, but when I look back at it, it seems like I've changed as well. I can't say if it's for better or for worse, but something's happened irregardless.
I looked at my flist for the first time in ages, and as expected, I didn't really know what was going on. Still, it brought a weird feeling of nostalgia, and it's nice to see that you all are still so active here. It makes me think of when I used to actually post and interact here. Oh good times, those spammy days.
And for that, I just wanted to thank you all. Thanks for all the memories and laughter, for all the good times, for all the joy you've brought into my life. Thanks for being the people that you are and for allowing me to have even the smallest of glimpses into your lives. Thank you.
So long, and thanks for all the fish. ♥
I looked at my flist for the first time in ages, and as expected, I didn't really know what was going on. Still, it brought a weird feeling of nostalgia, and it's nice to see that you all are still so active here. It makes me think of when I used to actually post and interact here. Oh good times, those spammy days.
And for that, I just wanted to thank you all. Thanks for all the memories and laughter, for all the good times, for all the joy you've brought into my life. Thanks for being the people that you are and for allowing me to have even the smallest of glimpses into your lives. Thank you.
So long, and thanks for all the fish. ♥