#p.w.

" my good friend preston...! "

Every now and then around this same time of the year, there is something telling me to vent on the internet for no real reason, like i dont want my feelings to be keep in the eco-chamber that is my fucking folders Maybe it just feels different? Or its just because im talking on english and not spanish, my native language? I got really used by now to it, to the point that i forget things in spanish that i understand in english but can't translate to another person. Maybe is just because i want to connect with someone that isn't from here? Idk, but the truth of all is, that i have been a very very long time fighting these feelings of feeling useless, like everything i do, no matter how try, is still never enough, never ending, never rewarding. No money to afford getting a better life for my family, i feel like a fucking leech playing 24/7 and not doing something about it, hell, with all this shit around AI, i dont even know anymore if my own art is worth, if that fucking graphic designer tittle is worth something. Hell, this same work was part of a project called "Generky", which i don't feel any reason for it to be good, even if its build in a really good foundation of concepts. I just dont know why i dont care enough Or if i care in the first place I dont know

For day 1: the first meeting. I present securityangel. Yes, they hated each other. Yes I am a sucker for enemies to doomed lovers. Imma sucker for it.

I hope this month has been a good one for all of you, even if the world is falling apart.