I am greeted with something so familiar.
I can feel the same emotions I felt--anxiety, sadness, anticipation, loneliness, happiness--and it makes me feel comforted.
I feel lucky to have written down events of the past because they somehow help me to understand the present.
I have so many selves and they all blend together and all still exist individually.
It reminds me of staring into a mirror with another mirror behind me.
There are so many versions present at the same time.
To write is to live.