Year-end reflections

12-22-2025

What can I really say about this year? What happened?

I feel like I should start a personal recap about what the hell I have done this year, so I can feel better with myself. Thinking about it, actually a lot of things happened, is just that nothing really changed my life I guess; This year, rather, I think I've focused more on improving what I was already doing.

My drawing skills have improved, I feel more confident about what I create. I've also ventured further into the world of music (using FL Studio), and it has been quite useful for producing music for my games, even if they are arrangements of classical music. And speaking of my games, I recently improved Slug Jump with an update to enhance the graphics, and this December 28th I will finally launch my first well-produced game on Itch.io (with its own tiny skin shop and everything). So yes, you could say that this year I've dedicated more time to improving my skills and thinking better about how to develop my projects.

Perhaps I'm not valuing time properly, but after a year of repeating routines and practicing, I think I should finally take advantage of 2026 to get a change of scenery. Finish all those projects I keep putting off, give shape to my ideas, and I'm not just talking about my virtual universe. I want to dress different, do something new, spend more time outside, even if it's just for working in another space. I didn't spend my adolescence dreaming of adulthood only to become an adult and keep doing the same ol' things. I've watered BonBon enough, now it's my turn. What do *I* have to offer? Just thinking about that gives me a jolt of electricity in my body.

They may say that I am impatient, intense, impetuous or even very rude, but they will never, EVER, be able to say that I am not passionate about what I think. And if that's not enough to make me face the world, then we live in a fucking stupid society (Coming soon to be directed by Neo-N*zis™, but that's another story...).

Anyways, I think that's enough talking. Don't forgor [skull] about me when the internet no longer brings you happiness, good bye ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜.ᐟ