... you may ask. But it would be foolish and bitter for me to pretend to have an idea of what is going on. Here, as well as outside.
Actually, here's something I could try to code when I have enough JS knowledge. A fun and deified way of blowing wind.
I'm a very dramatic person. Everything is cause for a show. At thebeginning it made me feel lonely and sad that noone was paying attention, but with time
it became natural for me. Noone listened but I chose to keep talking to myself, to keep drawing god knows why, and that is about
as far as I know about myself and this whole ... this whole narcissistic machine.