Oh my god, I just went and logged into LiveJournal (because someone had left me a comment on that Doctor/Master edit I did 20 years ago, which will never be forgotten it seems lmao, but I digress) and I started reading through my entries. About real life. From twenty years ago.
Oh my god, I do not remember half the things that apparently happened to me, but I remember being this girl and I love her so much. And I'm so grateful to her for being who she was, and for growing up to be me. It's strange, I was just hit with such a lot of empathy and affection for this younger version of myself.
I'm glad I never deleted my LiveJournal.

















