But this is a testament to your staying power, the hard work for decades, and your place in history. Here’s to the next twenty Funny Girl.

Nope unfortunately i can't.

Been there,

Done that.

then come back.

nothing about this place ever really leaves , it just waits.

We all grew up, disappeared, became different people… but the part of you that felt something here? It’s still yours. the late-night conversations, the anons, the way words used to mean everything that doesn’t expire.

You don’t have to be who you were ten years ago to belong here again. You just have to show up.

start small. post something. send an anon to someone. stay for a little while.

Was I that girl? yeah... I was.

but not in the way people think.

i wasn’t obsessed with him, i was in love in the most genuine, unfiltered way i knew how to be at the time. i wrote about him because what we had felt real to me, and i didn’t see a reason to water that down just to look less intense to strangers on the internet.

and honestly? i don’t regret it.

if anything, i think it says something beautiful that i was capable of loving someone that deeply, that openly, without turning it into something cynical or guarded. A lot of people never let themselves feel that, even once.

it didn’t last, and that’s okay. not everything that’s real is meant to stay forever.

but it was real enough to change me, and soft enough that i can look back at it without bitterness.