Leaving the hillside view.

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I've been thinking about coming back to writing lately, not sure if that means I have new things to say or I've gotten bored with everything else that's been occupying me lately.

Either way, I took my breather now I'm back! Well, kind of.

You see, as a young lad coming into his own, I've experienced a fair share of human cruelty - hurtful words used, bullying, unfairness, gaslighting, manipulation... you know, I'm not even sure that's even accurate.

BUT YOU SEE, THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING!

How could I even not rely on my own memories when I was there feeling those emotions, live jive?

It's a bit awkward now, folks. But basically, I'm in a space where I can begin pouring back into writing but at a more infrequent rate as before.

The last entry about my alma mater was really more for me to remember my writing was asked for by the vice principal as an alumni - maybe not the grandest news you've ever heard but it's really the nostalgia of it for me. Like, former students are the aged-out franchise and teachers still at our old schools are the studios going ''Hmm, we concluded that story almost/well over a decade ago but I think my then target audiences are young to middle age adults. Yeah, yeah - a good number of them have some kind of income (not as many as I'd like but solving youth employment would be GREAT for my industry), probably poor financial management skills and fingers crossed, working a job that exudes the atmosphere of stress specific to their triggers so they'll immediately seek the comfort and gratification of my soulless attempt to monetise their childhood''.

So that was a fun passage to type.

What else has been happening with me?

Well, I'm trying to envision what the healthiest version of myself in 2022 look like by combining the collective habits from previous years of my life where I had one or a few good habits to regularly practice.

Something probably inspirational to cap off would be someone will look back on the 2020s as one of the craziest times in human times and think ''man, who could live through that mess?''. The answer is you. You're exactly the person who's living through this mess, so congratulations for standing strong this long. Give yourself some grace.

H'anyway, s'all good - y'all be safe. Talk soon.

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