It’s been 5+ years since I ran this blog. More accurately, this blog was running me, as if I had something to prove to others. Having read through some of my old posts again, I’m glad I left behind some of these toxic emotions. I always liked writing, I just wish I processed my younger thoughts in a healthier way (who doesn’t). Thoughts so ugly it hurt to read and think about. Thoughts full of doubt, indecisiveness, lies I told myself and others... But there were also warm, unique, and strangely funny thoughts. I never missed an opportunity to praise friends and experiences. I'd come here when I was as happy as when I was sad. I’d come here to give good advice I couldn’t follow myself.

My drafts are full of pep talks, chord progressions, lyrics, college thesis chapters, and my chances at love. Since the height of my casual blogging, I’ve gotten rid of some of my “deep cuts” posts over the years. I’d run away from myself so I could look forward. Only to not run far at all. I’d forgotten many things.

I'd run towards people and experiences as passionately as I'd run away from them. I'd run in circles. Sometimes in small familiar ones. Sometimes in larger, unknown ones. Sometimes full circle.