It is so odd, waking from my two year "forget this site exists" sleep. Every time I come back and read these old posts, journals, comments...I don't know what to think.
I have so many saved messages; expressions of creativity, plans, confessions of feelings, etc. It's so strange seeing them all and being so removed. So much of the live I had is surrounded in a thick haze. I can't even begin to remember it all. Some of these comments and posts don't even sound like me, like there's someone making posts on my old behalf.
Life is strange, isn't it?
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