Double entry for June 28, 21. Rereading my old memories and hurting so hard for my younger self. I wish I could tell them that it’s okay that you spend a lot of time alone, that coolness is an illusion, that the people who matter do connect with you, that high school really isn’t that big of a deal. I’m also incredibly grateful for this past self — and proud of her — for feeling these emotions so earnestly with so much passion and faith. I’m grateful that that “lone wolf” who chased after the shapes of things (the silhouette of clouds, the precise shade of a certain blue) didn’t give up on themself, that they allowed themself to grow into who I am today. I wouldn’t want to be anyone else.