You know, going through the notifications on comments from last year just makes me so nostalgic. For one, I used to be hella savage and relatable last year, and two I miss those nights I'd read and comment on every line, and the interactions I'd have with people who laughed at my jokes and references. I swear, every reply I got from someone saying 'they only stayed up to read my comments', or 'you're comments made my day', or even a simple hahaha or something made my day every time.
Unfortunately my standards for books has gone way up, and I didn't even realise. I was in a bookstore today and every book just seemed not good enough, I cri.
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RandomMostly this is me writing down my thoughts when I can't find the words for a poem or the commitment for a story (read: all the time).
