I am spending more time blogging than I thought I would

I remember that when I was in fifth grade (now 10 years ago, omg), the class talked about writing a diary and, despite thinking it was a great idea, I never was able to get actually into it. Now I am curious to know what I would have written then and how more "alive" my memories would be, but its too late and we cant change the past, so this is something that will only exist in my thoughts.

Talking about past, the reason why I am writing again is because I couldnt sleep I was thinking about how on point an edgy username about nostalgia would be for my profile. My first was about it, I keep talking about it and probably this wont change that soon. Nostalgia is a funny thing, isnt it? I know that the old internet wont come back and that I could be spending my time thinking more about the present/future (lets see if I will be able to read the book now :P), but I still try to emulate it, it still holds a special place in my heart.

Coming back from school, in which the other kids werent always the nicest, and just relaxing watching youtubers and/or playing cool Flash games. The youtubers actually felt like people you were talking to, a group of friends (yes, I am "guilty" of watching content of "actor youtubers" "new not natural youtubers", but, despite having incredible quality, it isnt the same). The games were also "genuine", people that loved them were publishing them and people were actually maybe going to find them easily, without great influence of algorithms or anything like that, it was just humans talking and sharing things with other humans.

I cant believe that I am already starting to get a little more personal here, but isnt this the idea of blogs? Being a Live Journal in which people overshare to the internet without knowing if someone is reading. The feeling is almost as if this post will be as confidential as if I wrote in a diary, but at the same time it is a lot more fun/easier because you also feel like you are sharing something, you arent talking to a imaginary entity called "dear diary", you are talking to imaginary users, who maybe actually exist and are reading this right now (hello :P).

My gosh, what was this last paragraph? Is it paradoxal (maybe even cool) or just a pile of confusing words meshed together by a sleep deprived person? 99,999999999999% it is the second case, but I guess I will still published it to have something to read in 10 years (even if cringe lol).