Hello World,

The clock is ticking on my youth…

Plunge into the Rabbit Hole of My Chaotic Mind

Can we create a digital space that effectively encapsulates our veiled identities at a precise moment in time?

What sentiments linger before change erupts?

How do digital mediums enable us to capture memories and reflect on our past selves?  

I don’t know how I feel.

Does anyone know what they’re doing?

Days Until Graduation

DAYS
HOURS
MINUTES
SECONDS

The horrors persist but so do I.

Facets of Myself

We are food for worms.
Mr. Keating, Dead Poets Society
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Screaming, crying, throwing up.
Smile like you mean it.
The Killers
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