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Time's a strange thing.

Two years and four months ago, I didn't have a single friend I'm still in contact with.
Two years and a few days ago, I was standing on a seafront that's now ruined.
A year and a half ago, what's become an obsession of mine was just a roleplay and a plotbunny.
A year ago, I was confused, disillusioned with college, thinking I needed a counselor.
Six months ago, I was touring the world, with only one companion in countries where we were both total strangers.

Two years? More like another lifetime. I wasn't the person I am now back then.

Today? Well, I guess I can say I'm happy. I've got a strong group of friends, both here and in the 'real' world. I'm moving on with life - I actually feel like I'm getting somewhere in my studies. I've got real interests, real hobbies, and people I can share them with. Yeah, sometimes I'll escape. I'll be weird. But I can face 'real life' again.

For once... things seem right, if just in the little corner of the universe occupied by me and this computer. I know that outside this cozy space, they're not. That there's fighting, conflict, fear; that there's panic and disaster.

But...
Whatever changes come, whatever the future holds...
I know that I can take it.