回來看自己

It's hard to come back here.

I sort of read through the paragraphs and there are moments of this strangeness  between the those words that I wrote years ago, and the current version of me.

At first, I was trying to move all my stuff to my hard drive. Sadly, I don't know how and gave up right away.

Maybe it is better. That these mumbling words stay where they are now. 

Maybe I will come back. Maybe not. 

I'm not the same person anymore. 

I'm crumbling apart from inside out. 

I'm a total stranger.