I was straight up just a different person. Like, entirely fucking different. I’m reading messages from a person who is just not me at all. Years and years worth of messages. There’s such profound misery buried between the lines.
The context of “who i once was” refers to me, as a child, before I started repressing.
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many such cases, the hard part is that is leads u to start transition too late
im so glad my repper thoughts were never recorded anywhere
