Looking back now 3 years since my first journal so much seems to have changed and I can't follow the change.
I'm hit with realization and resignation to the truth.

I will remain an atom in the void.

Nonetheless, I will carry on to my best and at my own pace, even tho It might not be good enough, even if is just to unburden myself of being relinquished of hope.

I'm using the best of my imagination in making an illustrated sci-fi story/comic/novel.

I'm giving this a shot and I'll love to this a full-time job if I can.

It involves manly space opera using thematic popular universes as the background but with its own topics far different from these said universes.
Mostly orientated to adult audiences will involve political themes, intrigue, moral themes, plot development, and character progression with occasional violence, romance, and passions at play.


You can support this project on my Patreon.

Feeling a bit of anxiety over current events going in my life.

I don't know if any of this will work in the long run but I'll do my best to it.