Sometimes it's ugly. I occasionally catch glimpses of myself in mirrors, windows, rippled on water. Sometimes I actually hear myself talk. Sometimes I look at myself, and I look older than I remember being. I remember I am getting older, it's time to act it and fucking get shit done. I wonder if I look to other people the way I see myself, and I'm sure I don't; better in some cases, worse in more. In my mind I want to not care what people think about me anyway, but I do of course. I care less than some, I'm sure, but I'll never be and maybe don't want to be the ideal of what's in my mind. Maybe this is a bad example and maybe I'm not making sense, I often lack the ability to describe dilemmas like this, but there it is. (eghhh after proof-reading that it makes 1/2 sense to me)
I had a good night with my bff's again, good to keep in touch with them so much, and I wish I could be the friend I imagine myself being to them. Eh, enough emo shitbaggery, it's always fun with them and I hope to not be a burden in any ways.
In other news:
The rpg is definitely put on the back-burner as I put together this platforming game. Not sure what else is new, except for CSS being love again.
Ehhh maybe more later.
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