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Here, have a bootleg! Around six years ago, I made a driver in Lego racers. His name was Oil. At the time, I had a lot of trouble playing the game. I don't know what it was about this racer I made, but I liked him. I started a circuit (I thought it said carecut when I was seven) against redbeard. For the first time ever, I won the carecut. I moved on to the next champion. It felt amazing. I then beat king kahuka the next day. Flash forward 3 months. I was playing with Lego at a friend's house. Digging through his collection, I found Oil's head piece (The one with the white bangs). I traded like, three pirates soldiers for that piece. And it was more than worth it. I don't remember the kid's name, but all I can say is this: Thank you for indirectly making me who I am today. I loved Oil. I took him everywhere with me. I took him on all sorts of lego adventures. While many minifigures came and went, Oil always stuck around. And while I did redesign his appearence, yes, he's still the same figure in my heart. Over time, Oil slowely became more like a person to me. It felt like I always had someone to talk to. Someone who would listen. Someone who would understand. Someone who would encourage me. Agree with me. Do things with me. Someone I could trust. And someone who would smile at me, no matter how bad things get. A few weeks ago, I overheard my sister say "He always carries around his stupid legos. They're like a security blanket to him." And that really hit me hard. All sorts of feelings of embarrassment and shame filled me. I was just a stupid kid who carries around a blankie everywhere. I went up to my Mom's house that day, where there's nothing to do. So I brought some Lego. I was tired and melancholy. I couldn't sleep. I didn't know what to do. So I reached into my travel bag and brought out oil. I looked at his happy yellow face. He made me feel better. Then and there I realised. It didn't matter.

Welcome to my blog. I think a lot. Most of the thinking I do is garbage. My brain fills with garbage, leaving no room for good thoughts. So I've made this blog to dump out thoughts that have invaded my brain for far too long. Also it's one a.m. and I'm starting to question my life choices. So that's not good. As it is one a.m., my brain has decided to stop thinking. Crap. What now?