Fantastic.
Here I was prepared to link the first image I found after searching “Fantastic” in google images, and I realised I had no idea how to properly make an image appear as an image on here. Has it really been that long? I guess it has.
Instead, I decided to find an old post with an image, and just change the source code, so it would all work.
I went back too far.
Back to my very first blog.
The good old days, where Linh hadn’t ditched me for a bunch of randoms, talking to Linh about how terrified of talking to I was Shannyn.
Terrified of scaring her off, saying something I’d regret, doing something stupid. Knowing I how felt with her, but being so unsure of myself.
Situations have changed. I can get drunk now. But that’s not all. I’d like to think I’m more mature. Have more life experience.
I can talk to other people about Shannyn, though it’s not the same as it was once. Not nearly the same.
Reading through old blogposts is probably the last thing I want to do know. I’m much better than I was. No longer depressed. I drop sometimes, but it’s not nearly as frequent, or as severe.
I don’t want to go back there.
College starts tomorrow. I have absolutely no idea what’s happening, when I start, anything. 40 hours of study, per week. 10 per subject. 16 assessments over each 12 week trimester. It’s going to be a lot of work. Fun, but hard.
*insert sexual innuendo signoff*
