It's been six years since I first signed up to this hellsite. December 16th, 2019; the day everything changed. It was, perhaps, the second last day of school, except it wasn't because I wasn't at school. Maybe we had the Thursday off for some reason, or maybe I got to go home early. Anyways. December 16th, 2019.
It is December 16th, 2025. I have just concluded a year of an accelerated history subject for my VCE studies. It would be easier to do this if I got upwards of my goal in regards to marks, but it's still easy for me to say that I wouldn't have been here without Wattpad. Crazy. I know! But seriously, nothing stoked my interest in history better than the fandom that made me sign up here. This is probably one of my darker secrets and I intend for it to remain that way (I do regret a lot.) but what I will say is that I owe it to them for my love of a lot of things; history, writing, drawing, and talking to idiots on the internet. I also maybe kinda owe it to them for my interest in world politics. Which has pseudo-put me on the track to doing a university-level subject in politics/philosophy/economics next year.
I don't post here a lot. I used to, on my old account which doesn't exist anymore. One of the things I regret is not backing anything (not even the fics!) up before deleting it a few years ago. It would have been nice to look back on. Even if just for a good laugh, and to remember where I started. Why I started. Where I'm going. It's all so important to me really, but I never really acknowledge it. Even last year I think I posted my December 16th spiel on Tumblr and not on here. And I have Ao3 now so everything good that I would ever write is on there, hah.
Sometimes I wonder how everybody I used to know is doing. How's Lyla, how's Jade, how's every name I've forgotten in the last four years? I still remember Cacti. I remember it like I remember formulas for Methods. Fly high, little angel.
Thanks for everything. Here's to year seven.