Nathaniel

Closets are cramped, this isn't nearly as comfortable as I had hoped.

Does anyone else ever get so upset that you can't figure out where you wanna go with your story that you wack your character in the face with a tree? (It didn't work, I still have no idea what to write. Maybe ill give him a dunce cap next)

Why do you think we exist here, on this planet and in this moment? Personally, I believe that there's no rhyme or reason to it at all. We're just here to see what we can create during our short lives. What do you think?

Started something new, really rough right now but I'd love it if you'd check it out :)

sup dude-