Another year has been shot, and the summer is the cool down time between reloading, cocking and firing out another one. It's odd, it, this school, year, if not this entire year, has felt so brief yet so long. Things that happened back in August and September feel as though they were in separate school years, like distant memories that I can recall far too well.
On another note, this year has been a year of drastic improvements, for the most part at least. I've become a far better writer, and artist, than I was last year, or hell at the beginning of the year. My personal relationships have matured and strengthened, while older ones rusted and broke apart, newer ones were forged. This year has been a year of happiness, and sadness. I've won things this year. Well, more specifically, a singe thing. And it was a pretty big deal thing. Relating to art, my chosen path, the thing I think I've improved in the most. I got a new computer for Christmas, runs worse than my shitty lap top from 2013. Thanks Dell, now I know not to buy another All-in-One computer again.
Anyway, the year sucked, and it was great. I can't wait, and this isn't sarcastic, I can't wait to face another year head on. Even though I may use this site less, and less, it still holds a valuable part in my life, and to who I am as an individual.
I love you all, yes even you, and I love this weird petri dish of culture that you have going on here, and I always will love it.