There are some things I did in the past, and when I think about them, boy o boy, I just want to slap that girl. Yesterday night, I stayed up all night writing, mostly about the way I've matured in my thoughts, or things I believe in. It was a longgggg one. Also, especially about feminist discourse. And how I knew people, or tried to make people like me... you know what? It's a lot. Remembering everything literally makes me want to crawl out of my own skinnnnnnn.😖😖 I've really come far, and I love that.