Whelp, I'm getting older, again. Today marks the 30th year I've been alive. Got to admit, I'm a bit depressed. I just feel forgotten. Look, I know not a lot of people know who the hell I even am. I'm not an artist that deserves people's attention. I'm not someone who commissions so much that people know about me. Hell, I doubt people would say I'm very talkative in comments. I guess I shouldn't be upset then. If I want people to know me, I have to give them reason to. Maybe that is what I work on in the year to come.