ANNOUNCEMENT: There is a 99.9999% chance I won't be posting any more poems, but if that ever happens, it means that something grave has definitely happened to me. This is a note to whoever will read this, including myself.

My god, this profile aged. 22 already. Dunno if I'm still expressive. Still the weird kind. Still loves pencils and colored pens. Into punk, screamo, alternative, rhythm game music, and pop, with a past on K-Pop and has reunited with it and now stans LOONA and a hella lot of girl groups. His favorite letters: L and V, still same. Gray is his favorite color, still same. I doubt imagination is my deadliest weapon. Don't touch his hair - my past self said. Rawwwrr - this was emo me talking, pardon.

Determined to write poems - not so anymore. Impatient to write stories - still the same. Loves to read, but actually doesn't read - you betcha. Psychological and lonely stories are his choice - but I don't read much.

Addicted to rhythm games: Cytus, Deemo, VOEZ, Cytus II aka. Rayark's creations. Now into Granblue Fantasy - and a lot more games. Now I watch walkthroughs since I can't afford consoles. Emulator is my choice of gaming.

Is going to publish random poems about his current mood on a staggered basis just so he can cope with his current anxieties - I never posted since what, 2015?

I am now an Engineer and this Wattpad account has definitely lived its time. That doesn't invalidate what I felt during 2012 and the hundred poems I have written. Thank you all, to whoever reads this.