Hello world! I am gonna give this blog a try. It’s mainly going to be about my thought processes. I used to keep my diary so think of it like my diary, an entry to my life.
Ever since I was young, I’ve always questioned life. I basically had an existential crisis at about 13 years old. I grew up in New Zealand, and I’ve always felt left out. I grew up with a lot racism and abuse. However, things got a lot better after entering my teens. Although racism and abuse were always present, I've learned to cope with it in various ways. I would either be out with my friends skateboarding, drinking, or I'd lock myself in my room and make music, art, and just draw. So, how did I become intrigued with existentialism? Feeling left out had everything to do with it... Let's pick this up on other day 💣
Peace!
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