My "hometown"

I’m back at my “hometown”  the place I hung around for most of my life. It feels weird, honestly. Overwhelming. The amount of students scattering around the city like an ant colony is kinda scary.

I ended up moving libraries :p (since I’m visiting a friend). But not just any library it’s the library, the one where my love for graphic novels began. The place where I discovered some fire stories, and also some stuff I probably shouldn’t have been reading at that age lol.

Back in sixth grade, every Friday or Monday (can’t remember exactly) we’d visit the library in class. They didn’t have my favorite comic series in the kids’ section, so I’d just wander off, leaving the group. I guess I was just built different, right? Eventually, I stumbled into the adult comics and graphic novels. I’ve been hooked ever since. I think I was around 9 or 10 when I first got into them. They felt so much more alive entertaining, sometimes too real, other times obscure and dreamy. Not the flat “happily ever after” stuff. More like alternate endings, messy twists, real shit. That stuck with me.

Anyway… I kinda hate being here now. It feels too big, too much. Also, TMI but I need to find a toilet because I’m on my period and the train bathroom earlier literally would. not. close. 💀 I can’t even walk properly right now. Someone please dropship me the PHattest pad ever because I CANNOT TAKE THIS ANYMORE.

(Lowkey hoping I run into some classmates from sixth grade though…)