Sometimes I think that even though I know I have much to say, I should be picking stuff I want to say the most, and I should only say that. Like I should only be one kind of person. I read my senior year yearbook, which was depressing, not in an I-miss-those-days sort of way, but in a I’m-so-happy-those-days-are-gone-and-now-now-doesn’t-seem-so-bad kind of way, and one of the few notes I have written in there has someone who used to be a good friend saying, “I don’t know which Hannah I love more, but I know I love them both” or something to that effect.
It’s maybe not a good thing to be so many people. But can I help it?