Redacted for my future self

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 Today I have watched more YouTube then I feel comfortable admitting but like any unhealthy addiction it continues in-spite of my hope that I  will read more. Or at the very least play some videogames instead of watching multi hour documentaries on them.


The projects are coming along nicely I have been writing and trying to find ways to focus my output and narrow my focus on what I am trying to express.


Been out of my house way more trying to continue down the the path of healing my scorched soul. I have beat several games on my bucket list including Gunstar heroes and mother 3 which has made me very happy.


Mother 3 may be my favorite game. I thought it would be from the several times I have played the first chapter and bounced off of it not from lack of interest but from context.


While Gunstar heroes may be my second favorite game and I love it for its playful madness or near euphoric chaos. I feel it is only rivaled by sin and punishment in my list of favorite treasure games.


I have tried several times to start this blog back up as a daily blog and if you’re a regular reader it is obvious I have failed. So I am now going to try a daily blog but with a more journal like feel. So if you’re reading this I wrote it and have no expectations beyond that


This way I have some cushion and can filter appropriately when I feel I share more authentically.


I expect my reads per post to go down but that is always the case when I post more often. Though I have changed so much over the years I don’t relate to some of my old creepy nightmare fuel fictions.  I don’t even relate to my fear of information loss as a reason to keep up things I no longer agree with or feel are incongruent with my personality.


No matter what I can promise you this… it will be O.K.


Peace and love till tomorrow.

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