I changed my name, but I’m still me.
I mean, it’s great to be “immortal” and “sparkly” and all, and I love the  Transformers reference…but after this many years of being a blue glowing orb, it’s time to switch things up. Plus immortalspark has too many memories I would like to preserve. It’s a different era of my life.

I’ll leave the icon for a while so that the change is less confusing.

I just got my first smartphone.

MY FIRST, GUYS. THIS THING CAN DO ALL THE THINGS. WHAT EVEN. And it’s thinner than a pop tart wtf. I can talk to it and it does stuff for me and it’s like a whole computer I can put in my pocket WHAT IS GOING ON.

THIS IS SOME STAR TREK LEVEL SHIT.

when I eventually get to it, unpacking is going to be such a trip. I bought so much stuff at sales over the past two years to use “for later when I have a new place” that I don’t remember…any of it honestly. I’ll have all these brand new belongings, plus all my old ones I forgot I had that have been packed for 3-5 years.

other people’s “memories on facebook” posts are like “ooh look, five years ago I was hanging out with this person at this cool place! aww! let’s go back and do this again! tagged!” and mine are like

moody silhouette of a Starscream action figure sitting alone on a sofa

I put the “social” in social media!

being sad after being depressed for years is so weird and totally debunks the whole “depression is just intense sadness” thing.

sad is so different. sad is stable. I am just sad. I’m not spiraling headlong into an irrational black hole of self-hatred over something totally irrelevant. I’m not shutting down emotionally. I’m not getting that drowning feeling that no amount of coping mechanisms can possibly rescue me from. I’m JUST SAD and it’s manageable and it’ll drift away in a little while.