Unkillable Year

I'm glad there's an extra day this month. When the Doomsday Clock is counting down, every extra minute is precious.

My thoughts are clouded with revenge.

I've sacrificed a lot. I've dropped off the map. I've gone without. For what?

For something I've been focused on since I was a child.

For a fucking dream.

People don't see you for a spell, they write you off. Out of sight, out of mind, out of the running. Doesn't matter how hard you've been working, how many projects you've nurtured to the brink -- if no one can see your work, it doesn't really exist.

Everything is about to change...