Chatterbox: Chirp at Cricket

I was...twelve, when I came onto the CB for the first time.

I was Lucy B., that girl with short hair

Who wanted to dye it rainbow

Who wished fantasy was real

Who wanted to share her art with the world

It's been two years, I think.

I'm fourteen.

Still that girl with short hair

Who wants to dye her hair obnoxious colors

Who wishes her imagination could come to life

Who wants to become an artist

But a lot has changed.

I've had my fair share of identity issues,

Who hasn't?

I've finally come to terms with some things I didn't want to believe

I've lost confidence,

Lost friends,

But in time, gained confidence

And made better friends,

And I never thought I would leave here.

It's been a long time since I've typed in this format,

Name, Age, Location

It's been long enough to feel a little foreign.

And even as I'm typing

My fingers are shaking.

More than they do when I'm crying

Or playing a piece faster than I'm used to.

It feels weird, too.

I know this place.

I've come, been part of too many roleplays,

Made alter egos,

Even had a hiatus.

But...now?

I don't know whether I belong anymore.

I'll come back sometimes.

Maybe on my birthday?

My CBversary?

Valentine's Day, even though it's passed.

I'll come back every year.

I promise. 

After all, this place...

It's a part of me, it was at least, 

And I love every metaphorical inch of it,

Every person inside it,

There's a bond that I don't want to break. 

But, for now, my friends,

This is goodbye. 

~~~

-Lucy B./FountainPen/Everything I've been before 

Auf wiedersehen, Lucy (which means till we meet again)!

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