#respooling my guts back into place one forgotten memory at a time

[cockymclaughlin]

i'm really glad i've shared so much of myself on this blog, over the years. in the more stable periods of my life, i wrestle with embarrassment about the vulnerability of my more personal moments that i've dotted throughout more than a decade of yelling about the things i've loved with people that have made me feel loved, but. it's really nice, like a little time capsule that feels important to have at this particular time in my life, when it feels like everything will be shitty and hard forever.

it won't, because i have evidence that there's joy and i got to experience it. it's nice to have little love letters to myself and little love letters from friends that i can read whenever i want.

anyway. thanks for being here with me all this time. i've become so many new versions of myself since i started this blog, and it's cool that i can see all of them in one place.