wow, I have recently been rereading old entries from my other books on here and it is blowing my mind. I was thirteen when I began writing on Wattpad, and the things I wrote about were concepts so old for my age. I'm not sure if it was my early exposure to the Internet or if my imagination was just crazy active, but I wrote things about love and loss and identity. I was in seventh grade! I didn't even have a boyfriend or a crush and I wrote about kissing collar bones and loving someone. I wasn't even out of middle school and I wrote about the spiral of suicidal thoughts. I literally had not even hit puberty fully and I was struggling to define myself as a human.
It's just crazy to me because my whole life, I have felt like my mind didn't match up with other people's, like I'm always in a different world than them, on a different tv channel. I don't even mean that I'm more advanced or deep or anything like that at all. I've just been somewhere else. Everyone was always in the current moment, and I was still analyzing and overthinking the moment that happened a week before.
As I get older, I find people who understand me, and I take time to understand myself more and more. It's just so insane to see that I was genuinely pondering existentialism at the time in my life when I was learning basic algebra and listening to 22 by Taylor Swift.
