This morning somebody liked a post of mine from 2012, so I looked to see which one, and ended up reading like two pages of entries from late 2012. That is almost always a bad idea.
I was starting to get sad, but then I was like: Your life is fucking awesome now, and it wouldn’t be even half as awesome if 2012 hadn’t happened, so get the fuck over it.
Because I’d do it all over again to get here. Here is amazing.