This... probably doesn't matter much but I rarely even go here nowadays. And looking back on all of what I've left... it feels like a time capsule. I've been a active user of this since 2014 and stopped around 2018 when my dad died. It's so weird. I have so many memories here. I was so different. And it feels like home but it also feels so strange because the people I've come here with are gone and inactive. The books I've binged, shelved, and saved in reading lists are gone. And I miss her. HER. The girl who used to frequent here. I miss her. I look at all these books she saved and the stories she wrote but never published and I can't help but mourn for the girl I used to be. I can't help but yearn for her as well. Oh, how time flies... and, oh, how memory is such a thorough punisher.