To all my old friends,
Hey, long time no see. I can’t believe this blog still exists, but in spite of myself, I have stubbornly refused to delete it. I have chosen to leave it up to the Tumblr gods to erase, either by the natural passage of time or by this website burning to the ground. To my surprise, it still hasn’t. My last login was several years ago. The wretched old rachiebarbraberry was so old that Tumblr archived it, adding -blog to the end and leaving it to rot. I logged in, restored the URL, and left it.
I never visit this blog. It burns my retinas, to be frank. But I always think, hey, maybe some little Glee freak will stumble upon it and see my improvement and go, “Maybe I can do that, too.” Or maybe an old friend of mine still stops by from time to time to reminisce. I hope one of you does, and I hope you see this.
I had this blog during the worst years of my life. I left, then came back, then left again. Maybe I repeated that cycle a few times. Memory is fleeting. I was a teenager, and many teenagers are not good people. I’d like to think I’m a good person now.
I wrote this post to say that I made it. I’m still alive! I know, I’m surprised, too. My writing, preserved here from 2011 in its rawest, most horrible form, has improved immeasurably. I got a degree in it! Meg, now with a BA in English Literature. I have a job that I love. I’m a writer! I even work from home. I’m telling you this, my perhaps invisible audience, because it was all thanks to you.
To my dearest Kurt, my Brittany, my Blaine, my Finn, and all the rest who came and went, I’m here because of you. You saved me from myself when I was at my lowest, no small task for a teenager to give another teenager. I’ll forever be grateful for the impact all of you had on my life, from outright saving it to sharpening the writing skills that have brought me to where I am today. I’m sorry I was a horrible teenager, I’m sorry I left so many times and always in such a hurry, but just know that I still think of you fondly. I hope you think of me fondly, too, in spite of all things.
Thank you all. This will be the final post on rachiebarbraberry, but I might pop in from time to time to keep an eye on my inbox here. Drop me a line if you want to chat, to reminisce, to check in, any and all of the above. Anonymous will do, just leave a name and a contact, and I’ll do the rest.
As a final note, to all the weird little writers here, you can do it, too. Just practice. It’s all practice. And to anyone having a hard time… It’s cheesy, but just know it gets better. I think that was a line from Glee, or something like it, but my memories of the show are dripped in a haze now, and I leave it that way to rest.
Take care, Meg ⭐️
