this is important.

I read this just now. And I stopped. And I took a deep breath. And I almost cried. (And if I'm being honest, I double tapped my phone screen because I was on Instagram).

I thought, This. This is what I need. This is what I want. Yes. I should write this somewhere. I should share it on my blog. I'm going to post it on my blog. This is the kind of thing I used to write in my journal. I want to write it in my journal. (I looked up to see if I even knew where my journal was.) Do I need to write it in my journal if I'm going to share it on my blog? I don't know... But I need to share it now, instead of saving it for later, and then never posting it or writing it, and then when I see it a week from now or a month from now, it means nothing. 

So here it is. Just be here with me. Because this, this is important.

And maybe posts like this belong on a Tumblr account, but whatever. This is who I used to be. This is who I want to be again.

Just be here with me.

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