i don't really talk to people, so this place ends up hearing everything.
so yea... this is my first entry i guess. the site is still half broken and im literally talking like someones gonna read this when its just me testing my own corner of the internet lol. im still working on everything, gonna finish it in a few days... hopefully. just dropping this here so it doesnt feel totally empty.
so yea... the sites finally up. funny how i built all this without really knowing what i was doing. no code, no plan, just me messing around till the pages started looking like a place i could stay. i dont even know why i wanted a website... maybe i just needed somewhere that feels a little out of time. like it couldve existed in 2002 or in some forgotten corner of the internet. guess this will be my diary now. a quiet space to leave pieces of myself whenever i disappear for a while.
did a few tweaks to the site today. nothing crazy just... making it feel more like mine. slapped some background music on the home page, finally picked a background image for every section, threw in a falling-leaf animation cus why not. also fixed the layout so it stops acting goofy on mobile and pc.
weird how a few lines of code can make a place feel warmer. or stranger. both work.
been roaming through detroit: become human like i accidentally slipped into someone elses timeline. kara dipped with alice, todd got folded (deserved ngl), then we ended up in this abandoned place with an android named ralph whos... yea. whole energy off but kinda poetic? whatever.
markus woke up in literal android hell after that. he was basically scrap metal crawling his way back from the dead. game told me to climb some cursed slope and i was like nah its 2am, im not emotionally stable enough for that.
this game is ancient by internet standards but i finally get why ppl talked about it so much. feels like im making choices in a life that aint even mine. kinda addicting. i heard theres like 85 endings or sum? insane.
gonna continue tomorrow i guess. detroit lore is chewing me up slowly. not complaining.