I rose from the grave. Ive thought about this place a lot but carried too much shame to return. Im not the same person I was when I first came here or even when I last left. The incredible and sad part about life is everything you love changes and you dont even realize you do as well. I hope all comes full circle and doesnt choose to follow this linear path it seems we have all been heading. I cant simply return to the old things I loved and expect it to give me the same things it used to. Wherever I go even out of pure nostalgia alone, I will at the least expect new experiences. Doing the same thing at a different time yields a different result. I first came here to be myself. I could and I did. I made enemies as well but this was the first place I ever found anything resembling a home or sense of belonging. Ive been gone too long to know what it is now, but come the time I will be glad to share my insight over the years and some good fresh experiences. We have all come a long way. Instead of being sad about alone, why not be sad about it together? And for the weirdos who choose to acknowledge the good in it I welcome you too.