How hypocritical can human life can be?
We thought of ourselves as gods, and we separate ourselves from nature, only for nature to respond to our hubris with spite and making us barbaric over petty reasons.
But a poem is never actually finished.
It just stops moving.
Hello there, come with me as I obsess over my own insecurities, Doki Doki Literature Club and drawing.
Hopefully, you enjoy your dwelling here.
This website was adapted from John Doe of neocities as I am currently too lazy to write code.
Drawing and (possibly) animation
Playing the violin.
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I got a phone when I was eight years old back in 2015, and thus, the Internet started to consume me
I started on YouTube by watching logo history videos.
Something about the graphics and how they change as the company survived throughout the years just intrigued me. I was a very lonely and
weird kid, just as much as today.
i miss that innocence.
Various sketches captured on sketchbooks.
Thirteen years since I gained sentience, and it was spent on barely keeping ourselves composed
How many journals were burned in order for them to not discover anymore info about me
I love when I forgot to feel like they are always watching me, like Big Brother
life can just be hypocritical sometimes.
