#MementoMori
This is my Goodbye.
Gone. But not forgotten, okay? We're not leaving this year empty-handed. We have our memories. And each other.
This has been a hell of a year. Some of the highest highs and lowest lows of my life.
I went to a new school. I met my best friends. I didn't do my science homework for three months. I wrote, and I sang, and I made art. I lied in bed and screwed around on my phone, watching our boys. I turned fourteen. I fell into the worst depressive hole of my life once quarantine hit, and went to a psych ward for eight days. I had panic attacks and fits of laughter, developed symptoms of PTSD, and started high school. Learned I was the highest soprano in choir and probably the worst trumpet player to walk the earth. Accidentally pressed the emergency button in the school elevator and bailed before I was caught. And all the while, the boys were with me. And you, too. I'm so glad we could share this journey.
Boys, if you see this, which is a slim to none chance but still, thank you so much. Over the course of this project...
Ethan, you've given me a role model to look up to and identify with, especially because of my raging case of ADHD, and let me know that it's okay to have feelings and show them.
Mark, you gave me a role model too, and taught me not to apologize for who I am. That I'm good enough, but that I can do great things if I try. To take no shit from people. Not to waste my potential.
Amy, you gave me a role model too. You're the creative producer, the Dea Ex Machina. You inspire me and helped me know that I can be funny and smart and important like you, even though I'm a girl.
To the dogs, I love you. Chica, you remind me of my dog, and you're such a good girl. Spencer, it's okay that you're anxious sometimes, I still love you. Henry, you're a good, loyal boy. Bodhi, you're really fucking adorable and I love you.
I love you all. The rest of the fandom, the boys, Amy, Evan, Rachel, Lixian, the rest of the crew, the dogs, the special guests.
Memento Mori. Unus Annus.
