I'm currently down this rabbit hole of reading old posts from 25 years ago. I'm going through and saving them as well, it's a slow process but I feel lucky being able to do this. It's so weird reading some of the shit I was writing. Back then for me at least and a lot other people it was a diary about your day. You wrote what happened. Who you interacted with and other such stuff. It’s fascinating having a clearer picture of when things happened in my past. There’s a mixture of things that overlapped that I never realised, there’s people mentioned I haven’t thought about in years, while the flip side of that is people I’ve thought about every single day since then. A lot of the things I wrote about I do remember. A couple of things I have no idea what I am going on about, who the person is that’s involved or what the actual situation is. I do not know who “The Living Dead Girl” is, why I talked about her so much, where she was from or what actually happened. I remember an old work…
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