Happy Birthday to me, dudes and dudettes of all kinds! I'm now 21 years old as of July 20th 2023. Can't believe I'm old enough to drink alcohol and to own pistols in the US and in some of its states. Maybe one day I'll be a true 'merican once I get my 4th o' July from my parents.

But I digress, 21 years is still too much yet too little for me. I've been through many rough waters during my stay here on the physical plane called "real life", and even though it wasn't the worst out of a million traumatised lives out there (look up Third World countries), it still impacted me as a fragile human being.

I had tons of love from my mom and dad, even if my behaviors were not understood, but that didn't mean for many people to treat me as an outcast, a stranger, a subhuman trash...

Then family had broken apart, my dad became saturated and did not understood when I grew up, always prefering to believe I was needing a beating, always cheating. Brother was loving, but followed dad's footsteps too.

My friends were true friends, until one day they started to get tired and backstabbed me, if bullying and nagging by other uneducated lowlife classmates, illegally-school-entering gypsies with stubborn attitude to annoy people and dipshit punk-ass course students weren't enough, I had to endure this with depression, my still-hidden Asperger and Tourette Syndrome, my parents divorce and my family's problems altogether. As if losing my dear girlfriend, whom I loved dearly since 2015, wasn't enough for me...

I was left broken, without an identity neither for myself nor for my independence. I beated myself metaphorically and literally and blamed myself for all done damages, which only made me even more fragmented and deranged. I wasn't sure if I wished to kill myself, or to kill whoever made me like this.

...

Luckily, I underwent therapy at the right time, before I completely snapped out of it. I took new, updated medication for my new adult needs. I talked it out with my new psychologist about all of these traumas I went through.

It all helped me a lot. I restarted doing drawings and animations with effort, fun and haste than ever before. I joined many sites, like Twitter, whom I don't use anymore, but then I rediscovered Newgrounds. That site that hosted many of my favorite Flash games from my childhood, now with a game that I had interest on, Friday Night Funkin'.

Even though I was late to the party, I joined around early 2022, mainly cuz I was afraid earlier that my art wouldn't get far there or people would get too edgy on me. But I was surprised! People here on Newgrounds are really like a community who looks on each other's backs, always caring enough to help a hommie out with no biggie!

Idk if it was back then or if it became more pc some years prior, but even then, even if I only have around so little followers, even if I might not draw so much or not that much content that people usually are trending...

Thank you, dear followers. And thank you, Newgrounds, for keeping a part of my childhood afloat and opening my art with open arms, even if with not much reception.

I'll see you soon, Asterdoods and doodettes. Peace out! :)

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