Every so often I'll log into this account, scroll through my announcements, my followers, random works, and the nostalgia kills me. Wattpad really was a time. In this little app I can watch myself evolving, gaining friends, loosing friends, figuring out my sexuality, considering my gender, and chatting about whatever I was into at the time. Sometimes I'll think about deleting this account --- but I never could. Not only because my works would disappear forever (love to all of my readers), but I would lose a record of my past self. That being said, I would do many abhorrent things to be transported back into this time once again. It really was... something. And I don't think I could ever replicate it.
Now I'm in my last year of high-school. I started this account in intermediate. How the time flies
