Back from the dead

Hello to the few pair of eyes who might read this post and to the plethora of bots that surely will look at it in json. Over the past few months I have not been writing posts except code which translates to utopian posts only.

why? (asked nobody)

Well, a lot of things have transpired in this long journey categorized as life by most.

1. I am a recluse. Pretty sure you are one too. Or your hand would not be stuck in the shape of holding a mouse, your phone or that other thing.
   So every now and then I have to leave, recharge, focus my efforts elsewhere and generally mope around. Moping is important.

2. Google banned my dev account for no reason whatsoever. So I have to get a new one. This sent me in a spiral or crying and anger, then to code a web app and react native ones, so I can be on all platforms. Fuck them. Also I did not really cry, I was browsing tor.........

3. I was sad as I lost another friend. Something I saw coming, but still, hurts. The knife is still stuck in my back. Hard to get it out, tilted at an angle and bent.

4. I was fixing up a dog who was badly torn apart, he had a hole on his side, which then grew and then grew more. Yet the dog would move happily, eat food and wag its tail at me. So took it to a vet, got meds, patched him up and now the hole has gone.

Ahh well, perhaps after all of this I feel a part of me missing. Sadly like the dog my part may not grow back, and if it does it will leave an even bigger scar. Though they say girls love scars, I wonder how I can show off this scar. Any thoughts?

If you made it this far, listen to this song.

well, bye and hopefully I will restart my blog.

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