Probably the one from around two years ago. I was in a very weird place, mentally and emotionally, and looking back now, it feels like I had drifted really far from who I actually am. I kept watering myself down as disconnecting from things that were important to me just so I could fit into places and relationships I never truly belonged in. It took me a long time to heal from that, to find myself again and understand that I deserve spaces where I didn’t have to make mysellf smaller to be accepted, or loved.

OH, THAT’S EASY! Last year I was depressed as fuck, hopeless. I never want to go back to being that way again, for sure.

I definitely don’t miss the lonely and hopeless version of myself. . . This one haunted me for a few years.

The version of me that kept shrinking itself to make other people comfortable.

I miss being softer sometimes, yes. But I don’t miss confusing self-sacrifice with love. I don’t miss staying quiet just to keep the peace, or pretending certain things didn’t hurt because I was afraid of being “too much.” That version of me survived a lot, and I respect him for that… but I wouldn’t want to become him again.

One person in particular, but I think I can still get over it. Nothing’s lost yet!!!!

May Rose from 2020. That was a interesting period for a study of case, tbh. But that's all I'm going to say about it.

From my seventeen to twenty-one. Worst of times. Yes.