[July 2026] This is kind of a secret page I suppose, so I guess what I want to put here will be whatever I want, like feelings and things I maybe would not want on the more lighthearted blog page. You don't know who I am so I'm not sure why you'd want to read this, but maybe you will and you will realize that perhaps you feel much like me. I could change the backgrounds each season, and share my MS paint doodles maybe. I am not an artist like many of these webpages I see online. They make beautiful art and they are talented coders. I am neither. I am not really so much good at anything. I am an outcast, I always will be I think. The ghost that lives beneath the floorboards of my apartment at least sticks around. I don't think so much that I have a personality either. Every part of me is a piece I have taken from someone I love and hold as my own. I know it is not normal to really care about your friends. People only hold that sort of care for their romantic partners usually for some reason, as friends are kind of seen as meaningless and disposable but not to me. The people that I am fortunate enough to have in my life mean everything to me. They are reckless and wild like tall dry grass growing tall and green in the summer scratching up your legs as you run through. Some are elegant and refined like twisting branches that reach towards the sky, rigid and deliberate. I am so incredibly blessed to have friends so wonderful. I know I am incredibly foolish for caring for some, but I know which of them love me too.