Wow.

Today I realized I made this account in 2015, one day after my 15th birthday, and this wasn't even my first account. I mean, damn, this account's like a mini time capsule considering I can look at my scraps of really old art.

Watching yourself transition from child to adult is one hell of a ride.

This journal doesn't really have a point, but if I were to make one point, it would be: stop and smell the roses.