Web Log

Currently under construction

7/16/2026

I'm starting up a blog, finally. I've been inspired by all the cool websites people are making here on neocities. It's good to feel like I'm contributiing something to the world, even if it's just a nostalgia-styled web site. I've been microblogging for so long on either twitter or bluesky that I've forgotten how to write in long form. There's no rush to a conclulsion, no succinct point. Just me. It's actually a big breath of fresh air. I'm excited to see how far I take this

By the way, if you're trying to browse my site on mobile, I'm terribly sorry. I learned HTML before the iPhone was invented. I briefly learned coding to customize myspace websites when I was a young teen. Back then, you either sat at a big clunky desktop computer or you were a millionare who could afford one of the rudimentary blackberries that allowed web access.

It's crazy how far things have come. The very first journals I ever kept were just spiral-bound school notebooks where I dutifully tracked my feelings and the world around me. I was blossoming into myself as awkwardly and painfully as the best of them. It was 2006 and I was 11. I wrote down everything, every day. My crushes, my hopes, my abuse. It really developed my writing skills initially, although I'm not sure journaling as a writing skill brings much benefits with my current major.

As much as I love psychology, it's a difficult practice, and it's academically challenging. The big thing is reading. I warn you, if you're considering a psychology major, you should be very comfortable reading long academic journal articles on things like the supression of long term memory during learning tasks, as an example. I don't hate it, but it's a special interest of mine that is being burned at both ends by hundreds of pages worth of reading per term.

Anyways, I'm trying to stay busy. Do things I like, lock in and focus on things. This keeps the brain spirals at bay. It's been a tough fight since the break-up. The amount of loneliness I've been feeling exceeds the capacity of the relationship I ended and reaches out into my entire social circle. It sucks, man.