She logged onto her seldom used account and stared at relics from her past with a mixture of nostalgia and resolve. The person who started the account 15 years ago was barely recognizable to her. It had been weighing on her mind to do this for quite some time but she had always thought better of it. Today though, today she decided she wanted finally close that chapter of her life. Determination filled her as she began typing the last words she would ever post on a place that had meant so much to her.
"Hey!
I have no idea if anyone is reading this but if you are. Cool. I decided to delete all of my stories on here. I started this account when I was about 14/15. Since then so much has changed. I will try not to wax poetic about the crazy way life has turned out. I only want to say that I'm pretty much an entirely different person than I was when I started this account. Even my writing has changed. I'm currently in the midst of trying to write a completely original novel, among other things.
Even though I stopped posting here 3 years ago, I still kept up my old stories. I told myself it was for posterity but, really, it was out of nostalgia. I've done a lot of cleaning house and have gotten rid of a lot of things that were relics from my past that serve no purpose in my present. I decided to bring that online too.
If any of you actually want to read my old terrible stuff from when I was 15 feel free to message me or check the info in my profile."
She struggled with the words. They seemed to solidify in her mind but every time she went to write, they would turn to smoke on her screen. How could one sum up 15 years, how could one describe a place that once felt like home but now just felt like a machine. With a sigh she continued, "I know has become kind of a meme now but I remember being 14 finding fanfiction and this site. It was one of the only places at the time I felt I belonged. I will always remember it fondly, but now it's time to fully close that chapter of my life so that I can continue moving forward. The deletion of my oldest stories isn't out of embarrassment (even though they were truly terrible). It's mostly symbolic.
Well, if you made it this far. Thanks for listening to my rant. Hope you always see the silver lining on your dark clouds."
With that she closed her laptop, content. Though the words sounded like an ending, she felt confident that it was just the beginning. Goodbyes aren't always forever.