It feels so weird to think that just a year ago I made this account. Like it felt like not too long ago I was sneaking around just to read Wattpad, and here I am a year later still doing that. I also find it so weird to think that a story can make you cry and ache so bad for days (I'm looking at you "electric"), but also laugh like the world's ending even though it's just the middle of the night and you're holding back giggles so that you don't get caught. Honestly, I'm just grateful to be able to read all these story stories; from cringey to eye opening. In the end, I just want to remember the how even during all my bad days some random person hard work would just let me indulge in the story and forget about the "real" world.