moving forward

[mitsene]

it's taken me so many years to realize i was just as wrong

i've been rereading old entries. i was so immature. it's weird how i feel like the same person but at the same time my old self feels like such a... child. 

what would my younger self think of me now? does it matter? i didn't know much back then. 

i woke up this morning with a weird dream, about legacy. what do we leave behind? does it matter? does what we do matter at all? if this planet is gonna be smashed to smithereens at some point, what are we doing? 

i'm making this comic because i need to make something. need to do something. but in the process it's burning up a lot of old memories, old feelings, old guilts. old and new anxieties. i'm trying so hard to change for the better, just like she will, somehow. maybe. if i succeed, she'll succeed. we'll find out if i can finish this story in a few years.