Hello, world!

I'm gonna start this one off by mentioning that, as I was making this file, I realized that I've literally been posting using the wrong year. So I just fixed that. It's 2026, Bliss. Get it together.

Messed around with my site a little bit since my last post, mainly just adding dumb shit. In the process of that, I thought it would be cool to add some background music. Being a musician (an award winning composer, actually. not to brag or anything...), I figured I'd write my own.

I then got really distracted and just made music for a week. At least I had fun!

But now, unfortunately, the month of February has ended and turned into March. My mortal enemy. My least favorite month by a long shot.

==> Bliss, it's a month. You can't hate it that much.

I can, actually. And I have hated March for years. Hating March is not only a part of my personality, but it is entirely deserving of my unbridled hatred for it.

To help you understand, I will first delve into the points that are true for a lot of people, not just for me: The things about March that suck and aren't related to any personal beef I have with it.

==> Ok. Those are some... points. But every month has its downside. And most of your complaints are weather related.

Yes. But I'm right. Also, March has personally targeted me for years now and I'm tired of pretending it doesn't.

In January of 2014, my mom was diagnosed with cancer. In early March of the same year, she underwent treatment and was allergic to the chemotherapy they gave her. Late March, she underwent her major surgery. In March of 2016, she had to undergo another procedure for a recurrence. Same month every year, she'd go get an MRI to double check to see if it was gone for good this time, where she was also allergic to the contrast fluid.

March is the time when the season was ending for winterguard. I remember being stressed as hell trying to perfect our routine while dealing with the traumatic memories surrounding March, all while trying to stay on top of schoolwork. March is when quarantine happened. I don't have a negative relationship with that time of my life, but has societal significance, so it should also be mentioned.

March was the month when I last saw one of my friends ("Z", for those who read my yapping in the previous post). When there was a knife held to my throat against their couch.

I think there are more reasons I hate March. For the most part, it's a trauma response. How exactly it formed, I'm still wondering, but it's real nonetheless.

==> holy shit dude im sorry

It's okay. Shit happens, and a lot of shit just happens to happen in March for me, historically speaking. My mom's better, she's been in remission for years and years now. I don't have to worry about school right now.

For now, at least. Because between the last post and this one, I also applied and got accepted into a local community college!

I don't know where I want to go with my life. I know I want my current partner to be in it, but beyond that is an enigma. But I think I have a good place to start.

I'm gonna leave it there for now. Maybe I'll actually add music to my site at some point like I said I would.

May March be kinder to us all.