        March 3, 2017 i wish it wasnât like this. the way my fingers use to glide against the keys of my laptop as i laughed along and plotted new adventures. itâs hard. itâs difficult now to do the things i use to over the past six, or has it been seven years already? i canât remember. it isnât even like college takes up all my time, nor does my job. heck, not even my âcrazy collegeâ social life does. but the thought of coming back and spending time carefully crafting replies and editing gifs and icons is just, stressful? it hurts. you know? âcause you wanna make memories with people who were there when you needed someone to listen, but then real life catches up to and you get into relationships and the thought of typing out something fictional becomes silly to a part of you because you know no one would understand but the other part of you craves it. i know the chances of anyone really reading this, people that knew me ( from any account really) probably wonât happen, but iâll keep this here. there wonât be any empty promises of a return, but iâll come by, check on this place. you know, blow the dust off and recall the old memories. because thatâs what they are. memories. very fond memories of mine that maybe someday i can revisit or just check upon everyone now and again. i hope everyone is doing well. i miss you.Â
