I visited my old myspace (which I don't think anybody over the age of fourteen or an independent band uses anymore). Mostly I just wanted to remember how I was back in the day (I think the last time I used myspace was about two years ago, though it feels like a lifetime). I read my old blog, looked over my old profile, read my old bio.
I've grown quite a bit.
More than a bit. More than a lot.
There are a few aspects I do miss though. I don't write like I used to do (there was a time in my life when I wished to be an author), and I think this blog is riding the fumes of my brain's pen. Something has changed inside of me, something that's blocking my muse from the freedom of the past and I'm not sure what it is.
I have also forgotten how much I grew in high school. Of course college has nearly eclipsed it, but only because I'm much more "mature" now than I was then. I've nearly learned how to live on my own in less than a year, and that's a lot. I forget that high school, though, was where I learned how to develop myself. It's just become such a natural part of me now that I've forgotten about it.
Oh myspace. How I'm glad I don't use you anymore. And how I'm glad you haven't let me forget yet.
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