Hello, everyone. I hope this message finds you well.

As the year comes to an end, I can't help but reflect on everything that’s happened — and everything that hasn’t. If I’m honest, I’ve been struggling. I’m scared of continuing, of what’s ahead, and, at the same time, I’m so tired of waiting for my time to come. I feel stuck, like I’m just treading water, pretending I have everything under control when I don’t. I feel like an impostor, like someone who can’t move forward no matter how much I want to.

It’s hard to admit this, but I wanted to share it. Because maybe some of you feel the same way too. And if that’s the case, maybe we can find comfort in knowing we’re not alone.

Even with all this weight, I can’t ignore that there’s still a small, stubborn part of me that refuses to give up. That part holds on to hope — hope that things can change, hope that I can find a way forward, and hope that I can create something worthwhile.

To all of you who have supported me, followed my journey, or simply spent a moment with my work, thank you. You’re a reminder that even in the darkest times, there’s something worth holding on to.

Here’s to a new year. I don’t know what it’ll bring, but I hope it’s kinder, softer, and full of the small victories that keep us going.

Take care, and may your 2025 be brighter. Happy New Year.   ✧⁠\⁠(TwT)⁠ﾉ⁠✧