to the right. back around. mindless blabber.
22.8.25 - see you soon.
06052025 - when red became her name
May 4th, 2025 - my oc is established. however, i've yet to master the craft of drawing. which will take a miserable amount of time. for now though, i'm happy with my slow and steady progress. their name is мэдди (yes, it's literally just maddy in russian) and they're the goober of all ever time ever ever. my joy is immeasurable. also, the guitar is sounding less and less dull. this is good news. this concerns someone.
May 3rd, 2025 - fuck all. fuck everything. fuck. FUCK. MAY THE REAPER DRAG YOUR SOUL THROUGH HELL AND BACK. MAY THE REAPER DRAG YOUR SOUL THROUGH HELL AND BACK. MAY THE REAPER DRAG HIS SOUL THROUGH HELL AND HELL AND HELL AGAIN. MAY THE REAPER NEVER HOLD BACK WHEN DEALING WITH HIS SOUL, FOR HIS PUNISHMENT WILL NEVER BE ENOUGH. IT WILL NEVER BE ENOUGH. NEVER. BE. ENOUGH.
besides that, i'm fine.
May 2nd, 2025 - migrated to this page. quite a dissapointing amount of posts, i know. but honestly, i forgot i even had this thing under my name. the original blog has been deleted. thank you for the 0 people who followed the latter. the blog will continue onwards here on this page, and i'll properly update it this time around. probably. no promises.
Apr. 17th, 2025 - all else fails.
Apr. 4th, 2025 - the world doesn't care, but others do.
Apr. 3rd, 2025 - the long, reverbed sounds of the acoustic guitar fill my room once more.
it's a nice time killer for when sleep refuses to arrive, but it's feeling dull lately.
this concerns no one.
Apr. 1st, 2025 - happy birthday, you nightmare. may the reaper drag your soul through hell and back.
Jan. 1st, 2025 - hi. happy new year. i've left this place to the dust. too much shit happened to even bother to tell this non-existing crowd i've never had. so, i'll just tell you about new year's eve itself. twas pretty emotional, as per usual. once again, by myself. sitting on the brink of death, drinking some liquor as the fireworks go off and the entirety of 2024 flashes before my eyes. tears roll. and they don't stop. can you blame me, though? i was drunk. and still am. give me some credit for typing properly, and i am FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE TO TYPE CORRECTLY. i've corrected more spelling errors than one could ever imagine. on the other hand, i've mastered the craft of string instruments. guitar, violin, keep 'em coming. the drums are coming along nicely, too. skateboarding is interesting, so i might just get back to doing it. all to delay the inevitable. for most of new year's, though, i just listened to some doomer dnb on a huge scale. which was pretty fun. but alas, i have a life to *unfortunately* return to. happy new year to you, and to anyone reading this. don't let retarded people ruin your life. the world doesn't care.
Sep. 16th, 2024 - alas, i did forget about it, but only for 3 days. good enough. i've decided to make this blog due to 9/11. personally, 9/11 doesn't affect me at all, considering i'm not from the U.S.A., but it reminds me that death crawls around everywhere, and that if i die, i'll be forgotten in a matter of seconds. so i will record most things here. most. if i remember. which i won't.
anyways, i've been having a shit everything. shit life, shit friends, shit job, shit... shit. everything is shit. good! don't we love adulthood? on the brightside, i'm getting monumentally better at the acoustic AND electric guitar. and at the violin, as well. good on you, maddy, keep delaying the inevitable.
Sep. 13th, 2024 - it's time. i'm starting a blog, updating my non-existent crowd about my life! this will be monumental. and also very personal, so watch out if you're sensitive to whatever. now watch me forget about this and only remember this exists on my deathbed.