You know how sometimes you get random faves from extremely popular users so that you visit them?
A guy faved one of my extremely old journals where I was very angry because I couldn't write a Code Lyoko episode. And we were going to the beach. That was back in 2011.
Sometimes I wonder if teen me was real, I literally got angry because we were going to the beach (and I love the beach?) and I couldn't continue the fanfic in which i barely put any effort, now that I think about it.
Now I'm getting all these trippy thoughts about how as you get older you get upset for more adult reasons and how teens are really fragile and I just ???? It's so spot on? It's like I want to take 18 year old me and tell him HONEY, YOU'VE GOT A BIG STORM COMIN' SO GROW THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW
Also I might get back to writing journals here because doing on Tumblr just feels kind of weird? Everybody has bigger problems than mine all the time and I don't wanna bother them with my stupid problems. And here you can just unwatch my journals because 99% of the time I'll talk about my life OR do a filling up meme OR announce a new project, which not happen in like forever because I've been cycling between lots of ideas depending on how I feel.
For example right now I really feel like making a 311 sequel.
But sometimes I really want to make a Homestuck AU fanfic with my fantroll (TBD - to be drawn), or even a webcomic?
Then again 1% of the time I think about a possible Someday sequel but we all know it's not needed and it wouldn't make sense, plus I think I'm done in the YN fandom, I mean I still give dev advice, run Yumeresource with Rindre, and talk to my YN friends and etc. but making new stuff? No. I did everything I had to do and I'm just not "in it" as much as I used to. If anything I'd release a v0.10 months later, but I doubt it a lot because, you know, the game is done. And I want to move on.
Move on, to a bigger public I guess? And use a legitimately free program, like Unity.
But really, don't expect anything from me this month, unless it's art.
Wake me up when September ends.
Listening to: your thoughts
Reading: your mind
Watching: you in your sleep
Playing: your life
Eating: your hopes and dreams
Drinking: your tears