Hi! So, you've found my secret page. Congratulations! In exchange for your hard work, I will tell you a secret.


As my numbers on Neocities grow higher and higher, I begin to fear being idolized. That's how it is on any social platform. Right? I'm no stranger to idolizing those I see online. But, I am not someone you want to be. I am likely not someone you'd even want to meet.


I've hurt so many people. I have such a horrifying temper. I transform into this monster I can't even recognize, and tear apart the ones I love most. I regularly indulge in things that I find morally reprehensible, and I am habitually both an over- and under-achiever.


I'm mentally ill and mentally disabled. I still live with my parents as an adult. I don't have a job, and I don't want one, either. Partially because I'm lazy, but also because I have no idea what I want to be. I want to do so much, but when I try to even do a fraction of it, when it involves IRL spaces, I get overwhelmed and shut down so easily. Even among other disabled people, I'm seen as pathetic.


I'm just an internet-addicted queer, trying desperately to escape my depressing real life through the internet.


On the internet, I can accomplish things. I can be loved. And for all I talk about hating social media, I still desperately crave the validation of numbers, going up, higher, higher...


And never high enough. Because numbers can't erase the knowledge that I am a fundementally broken person, destined to break anyone and anything I try to love.


I am a wretch. A fallen angel. A deeply sad and pathetic individual with a victimhood complex.


So, I plead to whoever reads this... Please, don't idolize me.


Please, see me. I need you to see me. I need to be seen. Look at what I do. Isn't it lovely? My website. My art. My writing. My editing, my, my, my...


I pour all my energy into it, leaving me a husk for the actually important things. So please, for the love of God, see it. Don't look away, just because I told you the truth.


But also, no matter how far up those numbers go, on any platform, don't idolize me.


I am the type of person that you would become only in a nightmare.



Damn! I've really lost it! I'm addicted to this internet shit show. I'm a goner, right? FUCK YOU!! I'm drowning deep in ecstasy, while flying high on Myslee! A darkened room, a brightened screen, held captive by anxiety! I'm begging someone kill me, please! Hold on, I'm still too scared to die! Wishing the sun would never rise... Just wanna END ME, LIKE - HOLY FUCK I'M GOING MENTAL