leftover thoughts — the start

many things don’t go as unnoticed as they seem. they’re simply dismissed, treated as unimportant.

and i keep wondering who gets to decide what matters.

i’m tired of pretending not to care, not to notice. 

i often tend to feel like the only human being who still feels. or maybe i’m simply a teenager. either way i keep wanting to speak my truth, wanting to be heard. so why not start blogging?

leaving traces of myself seems to be all i’m ever doing. 

i draw and i write, mostly about what i’m thinking, what’s on my mind. 

i’m here to leave things behind, not to perform, not to chase responses.

if you care to stick around: reading is enough, staying is optional.

the only thing i’m asking for is for you to please be a decent human being. not just here, preferably also in general.

maybe i won’t post often. whatever appears will be enough.

i don’t really know where this is going yet.