I like frogs

It is strange to revisit the past.
It's strange to remember the password.
I don't even remember the last time I listened to this song, and now Only in Dreams is kinda making me tear up.
I remember the day that my geocities account was terminated, along with everybody else's, and my bizarre collection of angry faces was forever erased.
Yet the Angry Tomato is looking at me right now.
When I look back on the past few years, half a decade now, since I was in college, I am forced to recognize that I have done so much. I have learned. Transformed. Adapted. Won. Failed. What a weird place this is now. How weird will my apartment and my job and my lifestyle be 5 years from now? Every year, I feel like nothing changes and things stay the same. It feels like I am going nowhere, locked in a neverending hallway of doors that never open, racing towards a goal that doesn't actually exist. Let down after let-down.
It is only after years have passed that I realize how many doors I passed through, how many experiences have silently pecked away at my character, shaping me and molding me against any will that I understand as it happens.
I don't know if anything is better. Only that things are different. And yet, all the same things from my past exist here.
That means that everything has changed while, simultaneously, not changing at all.
I like that.
For all intents and purposes, I can always go back to a former time of my life. It's like a reset button, except that there's a timer on my life. But I suppose death is totally irrelevant, since I won't care about anything anymore then.
I am so sad and at peace right now.