I don't know what to write here. I'm just here to try to get back to blogging again.

I don't remember much of what I did in 2024. The end of that year was around when I made the decision to start archiving old Furcadia resources.

In 2025 I found out that my mom died. Then the main Furcadia archivist got chased out of the community, which is not as serious as my mom dying, but did rip away the one thing I was holding on to for stability. Then I lost contact with a lot of friends [edited for phrasing] because everyone I know has been at their mental limit, which I understand all too well because I'm also at my limit, but I've been lonely.

There's a hole in my life that I'm just pouring sand into. Most days I can't do it and I just spend the hours waiting for bedtime. I lost my passion for going to the library, which you might remember was pretty much my entire personality when I was last blogging. I started going to therapy but I couldn't tell you if I've gotten any better because in all honesty it's just been about talking me out of the pits of suicidal depression every two weeks.

I'm taking down my portfolio since I no longer do commissions under this username. I also do not stream, nor have I been making videos. I rarely draw art that is up to my standards of publishing. I've tried this year to participate in activism, but I haven't felt like I'm reaching anybody.

When I'm awake, I'm usually either playing RetroAchievements or Minecraft. Since video games and writing have become the only thing I can seem to do, I try occasionally to write about video games, but it seems like everything that could be said about video games has already been said.

I do try not to overshare, but what is there to do when the only things I could share are depressing?

So I'm blogging again. At least that's an environment where writing depressing things is expected.