This post has content warnings for: sad inner monologues.
i have other stuff though, sometimes.
im an artist mainly, trying to make myself learn coding, trying to write a story i guess? (that's what the link is for)
Theres something right outside my view.
I dont know how to explain it, like some information i cant quite reach.
Everything is too fast and too loud, a spiderweb connecting the past to the present almost a subroutine. I cant describe it, the answer, not something you can hear or say but a feeling.
Its all very disorienting.
Something is bubbling just beneath the surface, something new that ive yet to reach.