It's a little strange looking back on this account and seeing all the weird stuff I was into be presented in a clean format; it sort of feels like holding a present from an unknown sender. This account popped into my head recently, and I came back to check on it. Whenever I remembered this account, I always wondered why I never came to delete it. Compared to who I am now and the things I enjoy today, it feels a little embarrassing to still have up; this account to me is a diary left on the kitchen counter with no lock. I've chalked it up to wanting to preserve a memory of my former self, but sometimes that explanation feels a bit inadequate. It feels a little strange to want to tie up this account since I've left it to rot for the better part of three or four years, I don't really remember now, but it feels wrong to leave this chapter of my life open without an official ending. That doesn't mean I'll delete this account anytime soon, who knows, but it feels right to let the people