The more I age, the shorter the days feel. The more occupied my mind is, the less I prioritize to remember.
It's kinda scary, but it's not all just bad things; I can focus more clearly now.
Some say this is the start of the downfall of life, but I think it's just starting.

Listen to me.
Some day, far off in to the future, I'm going to release something grand. Whether it is a manga or a game,
the Kemoverse or something else, by myself or with a team... it doesn't matter, as long as I live on this earth,
I will make it.

Maybe you'll remember who I was, the shy and reserved artist from Sweden, the one who spazzed out for
the slightest of misunderstandings ... the emotionally fragile one, yet the one who dared to talk of it.
The world may become colder, as we grow in to the technosphere, a beautiful step to the next level of humanity.
But before it is too late, I want to show my perspective of the world.

I'm eating frosted flakes without milk, because I ran out of milk.
I'm living on the bare minimum, which i'm fine with, but many people would start whining.
I'm just happy to work on what I want. School from 9-16, then work at home from 17-23.
Seriously, how often do you meet these kind of people in real life?

I'm just talking to myself. Pinkie promise I'm not insane. I just like myself for who I am.
Even as oddly complex, cryptic, unstable and emotional as I might be... I try to do right... for others.
This is my legacy.