My mother died when I was 16. My dad wasn’t around so my Aunt and Uncle took me in.

They bought me a computer. I felt alone and I just sat on that thing for years. Games. Music. MySpace.

Facebook. Porn of course. And then 4chan.

I’ve been on all this shit since the start. And I’ll be honest with a lot of Anons here.

Some days it’s like I don’t even know what I know. Maybe too much. Never enough.

Some days I hate the wait. Some times I love to Kek.

In the end. Nothing really matters except what you did with your time.

I’m 35 now. Married. I have a daughter and we have a dog.

Life could be better but it’s pretty damn good sometimes.

Let’s see what happens.