I'm not sure whether I am laughing or sobbing. I don't think the loss of so much writing, so many fics built up over the yeaars, the proper beginning of an original novel and the framework for another, poetry, poetry I might never even realise is missing, I don't think it's properly sunk in yet. Maybe it won't until I get closure.

But oh! Over 400 tracks! Photos of me and my family, and not just my close family but the cute ones of my adopted cousin... The cat macros! The pictures of various gorgeous people! And slashiness! And witty icons!

I feel so alone...