Good morning. Or evening. Or afternoon.

Timezones are whack.

I hope you're well. Thanks for choosing to read my stupid book.

I suppose I should preface what this book even is.
It's nonsense, really.

Here's the thing: I've had an account on this godforsaken website for 8 years. Yes, I'm old, I know. You can call me a boomer, or a millennial, god knows my friends do.

I'm 20. Practically dead, really.

And in these 8 years of life my account has existed on this website, a lot has happened, as it tends to do when nearly a decade has passed.

Holy shit. A decade.

For a few years, I was very active here. Then some traumatic shit went down and I basically fled the Internet.

Why come back? Idk, I guess I'm a masochist. I love suffering, guess I'm just quirky like that!

I've tried to return to Wattpad a few times, but it never seems to work, or I get too scared and leave again.

But, from what I've seen, a new generation of MCYT stans have arrived here, and I think it's up to us old boomers to educate them in the ways it used to be.

Yes, I used to write fanfiction. Yes, I used to watch SSundee and Skydoesminecraft.

No, I don't watch Dream. Or GeorgeNotFound. And why are you damn kids so obsessed with Heat Waves?!

...boomer moment.

To cut a long ramble short, I'm back, for now, and I always thought my 'Derpy Life' books were quite nostalgic.

Cringeworthy, but nostalgic.

So I decided to recreate them, because that's what you do when you're no longer relevant, right?

You recreate the past.

So welcome to: No Thought. Head Empty.

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8 years I've been here, and you're not getting rid of me yet.