My Pointless Life

So, I’ve been working on a website for the past week or so, spending close to 50 hours in straight development, and it was the first site I ever completed. I mean, I started with a concept, and I finished the site’s backend entirely. It was quite amazing. I received quite a bit of good feedback on the design, and the concept, that I was all pumped up for its release.

Well, after I finished writing the sales/signup page content, I decided I wanted feedback. I only needed 1 more page of content, and to debug the site to launch it. It was going more smoothly than I had ever anticipated, and I was so excited that I didn’t sleep for 2 days. I stayed up, came up with more ideas, and just kept working. Well, anyways, I had decided I wanted feedback on what I had written for the sales/signup page, so I posted it on a forum (thebotnet.com) where I was intending to eventually release it to the public.

Obviously, I hadn’t done enough research into the concept, because I was quickly informed that what I was working on was illegal. What? Wait… What!? More… »

As I sat here, reading my own writing, and pondering the thoughts in others’ minds, I decided I wanted to take another take on this whole blog. Instead of using it to find my way to death, I figured… why not help others?

You see, life is only as meaningful as you make it, it’s not the other way around. When my parents saw this blog, they immediately jumped to the conclusion that I was simply going through a phase, and that they needed to help me through a rough time, and though I appreciate their help, nothing they told me mattered. Call it assholish, but all their advice on ‘growing up’ fell on deaf eyes. I suppose it’s merely my nature, but something clicked then.

I really didn’t give a shit.

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Well, I figured I’d start this site off with the life story. Later entries won’t be this personal, but it’s hard to get a firm grasp of personality without a good explanation, and I don’t want you thinking random sick thoughts about me.

Anyways, here goes.

All of my life has been a chaotic upheaval of movement. We encountered a ‘bad’ situation when I was merely 6 or so years old, and we went on the road from place to place. Lived on the streets in a van for a few, in a shelter, in all kinds of places. So; when I tell you that this lifestyle has been imprinted in my personality, you won’t think I’m fucked up, because it really wasn’t by choice.

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