I don't know how many people will read this. I have debated deleting this blog off the internet for a while, I tend to come back here sometimes to marvel at how childish I was and cringe at the kind of words I write. But there's something about those childish writing reminding me of simpler times, of times where I don't have much to worry or brood about. This blog is literally a time machine of stories, emotions, and life from when I was young and naive and simple. No matter how horrible the world is, or how much things have changed, it is nice to know that somewhere on the internet there is an archive of words, stories, memories, and feelings belonging to me at a certain year, and day, locked into strings of code. It is somehow comforting and nice to know that there will always be a place that remembers.

Thanks for reading, I used to write here, and here I am again, saying: Thanks for reading.

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