I love that I can skip back to page 25 and see how I was a year ago. That there are some posts that I can’t make sense of, they’re so ambiguous—but I can still feel what I felt: I can still communicate my emotion to myself.
And that’s nice. It’s comforting to have a record of what your mind was like, who you were, and what you felt.
That being said, a lot’s changed.
Update: Post 950. Seriously?? 950 of these fucking little articles/posts/thoughts/musings/vignettes?
I didn’t think I could do 950 anything.