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Sarza

Who I used to be

I used to upload my writings fairly often to this website, I don't quite know why I stopped. Or well, I stopped writing for a time, that's why. But I don't know why I never returned. When I remembered that I had this account I was curious to look back and see what I'd written years ago. It felt very pretentious but I guess most written texts do once you read them a long time after writing them.

I was struck by how much I've grown the past four years. I say grown because it feels like a positive alternative to "changed". I know I've changed, everyone changes, I would just like to believe I've changed for the better and not for the worse.

Where am I in life now? I'm studying to become an architect, stressing about my current project and if my performance will be good enough. The winter blues have officially struck and that always fucks me up. I write songs and record spoken word pieces that never get released, I treasure my close friendships without throwing my health to the side for their sakes, I have a bare walled apartment of my own now.

I've learned that asking for help isn't a sign of weakness, and that I don't need to seek validation from others.

I've grown up but somewhere deep down inside I'm still just a kid.

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