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It's been a long time, hasn't it? I don't know if anyone will read this, but I felt like talking to the void. And who knows, maybe someone will see it.
I've been 25 for several months now, and that feels weird. A whole quarter of a century old.
I work at a craft store, selling glitter and fabric and beads and yarn to little old ladies and families working on school projects and the like. I cashier for the most part, and I like to give extra coupons, even though I'm not supposed to.
I like working at the fabric counter, too. I don't sew, but I keep buying fabric because I've been telling myself that I want to learn, and I have so many ideas for what I'd like to do. Just last night, I bought some faux fur to make a werewolf costume.
....Grogan and I broke up a few months ago. It was mutual, and on good terms. We'd been dating for almost 9 years. We're still best friends, and we still write together when we can. Evie and Jonathan are married and have kids all across the multiverse, and George and Evelyn are figuring themselves out across those same realms.
Writing is a lot harder than it used to be. I think it's a combination of exhaustion, burnout, and depression, but also because I'm a better writer than I used to be. I have higher expectations for myself. I have stories I want to tell, and I want to tell them well. It's a lot of pressure.
Since I've been gone from here, I've figured out that I'm queer. I'm not a girl, but I like girls. I'm not sure what I am, but I know that I'm Periwinkle. Or Luna, or Lex, depending on where I am and who I'm talking with.
I miss who I was when I was here, sometimes.
But I like who I've grown to be since then.
This feels like a good place to stop, I think. If anyone reads this, thank you for listening to my rambles.
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