It's been a while since I've updated this, and I know that no one has actually read any of these because why would they? I'm a second rate artist who's really just a kid trying to go to college for game design. For some reason though I felt the need to write something here. To make myself heard in the void that is this website.
I don't know if that makes any sense, but I think it's very natural to talk when no one is listening. People keep journals or diaries; this is basically that. But anyone could read this. I guess that's the difference.
Well, today is Christmas Eve. I'm heading to my aunt's house in New York with my family. It should be some estimation of fun. I've added a piece of spoken word poetry that I wrote the other day. It seems to have raised a few alarms in the school but I'm working through the red tape that comes with writing a poem about being dead. I have had to defend myself and that poem too many times in the past four days. But ultimately, I think it was worth it. I'm proud of it and it is how I truly feel, so I refuse to censor myself to fit the norm.
If anyone is reading this I want you to know that I'm here for you. I don't care if there are people there for you, because I know that I'm here for you.