🌀 | in your eyes.

...I am not the right person to write a bio like this for. Like... at all, probably.

How am I supposed to describe myself when I don’t even know where to start? Or if I even can? I mean... I’m kind of a mess, y’know? Really a mess. Even though I’m trying to be better. Dealing with taking down a cult is definitely one way to rethink your life when you’re at your lowest point.

Long story.

Okay, well... I guess if I had to make a TL;DR out of it, I try to be as optimistic as I can even when the universe is being a total butt, if only to help my friends keep their spirits up. As for me, it’s easier said than done. Everyone in Possum Springs sees me as a disaster because of my ‘outbursts’ as a kid, but there’s a few who think I’m worthy enough to hang out with, no matter how many bad days I have. And I’ve had a lot of bad days. Mostly involving violence. And crimes. Blame Gregg for that one.

Yeah, I was a college student. Dropped out. Had my reasons. Nearly messed up some of my friendships with all my stupid brain stuff, but... I think now, with the friends I’ve got? I’m gonna be okay. Bea, Gregg, Angus... those three goobers mean the world to me. And as long as we’re together, the universe isn’t gonna kick our asses anytime soon. I’ll beat it with a baseball bat if I have to.

Yes, I’m gonna whoop the metaphorical ass of a metaphysical presence. You think I can’t? Just watch me.