Character is much easier kept than recovered.*
American Revolutionary, Thomas Paine.
Hello there, Reader, and welcome to my little home on the internet.
I’m writing this because I have a lot of feelings. I’m 20 years old and a college student. Majorly a minority. I am very bad at describing myself, because how can you describe someone you’ve never really met properly?
so what the fuck happens when you lose it? It’s sucks. That’s where I am. Who the fuck am I? If you have any idea who I am or where you can find this elusive character, there is reward in question, most likely in the form of apples. No, not that apple, the juice kind, Christ, still trying to pay for college here. Don’t get greedy.
I’ve suffered from depression for a long time, and I just want to get better. I’m so sick and tired of being sick and tired. I’m relatively suicidal, but here is where I can record the alternatives to that option.
If you wish to get in contact with me, let me know. I’d love to listen to you.
Below are a few of my “interests,” I think. Do I have those? Anyway, they are in no particular order. I might write about these things.
- writing, reading
- running unreasonable distances
- Affairs of Our Great Nation
- backpacking, hiking, and wilderness travel
- environmental ethics/preservation & agriculture
- construction work & crafts
- apple juice
- DIY shit
- Classical Stretch
- baking & cooking, especially cupcakes
- dancing (with the door locked, of course.)
- Fine Arts, mostly painting (anything but oil)
- Skincare (anything but oil)
- playing & caring for dogs
- different kinds of cultural spirituality
- the Internet
I also sometimes post old academic essays.
**Anonymity note: This is an anonymous blog, but if you knew who I was, it would be pretty easy to tell it was me. Being anonymous provides us the freedom to speak about some things we are otherwise afraid to, but also limits us in what we say sometimes. So, I don’t try particularly hard to hide who I am. If you were stalkerish enough, it’s pretty easy to tell where I’m from and figure out who I am. I have no reason to believe anyone has any real reason to do this. If that person exists, I’d like if you didn’t try to find out, but I guess I wouldn’t be hurt if you must. If you think you know me (and I have no reason to believe I can be traced to this page) please leave me alone. Okay, thanks.