Accidental YouTube Star


I'm just this guy, you know?

To expand on that, I am also the following...

- A former ficly member who is 38 years old and is schizoaffective (depressive type)

- Into creating languages and fantasy worlds from scratch

- A listener of audiobooks & good tunes

- Always too hard on myself

She was the kind of person who could spend all day talking about her makeup to a camera. After all, it was much easier than talking to a real, live human about... well... anything.

She could imagine that she was just sending the video out into a void. A vacuum from which it'd never be seen by anyone, ever.

She ignored the portion of her profile that read "followers" and especially ignored the (rather large) number that came after it.

Here, she could be herself and she didn't want to ruin that. Other people would ruin that. People always ruin things. It's just in their nature.

She was carefree and happy sitting in her studio apartment with her fancy, high end makeup kit applying blush and eyeshadow, giving tips on contouring cheekbones to (as far as she was concerned) no one at all.

After each video she would let out a pleased sigh, smile and face the day like a fucking rockstar, not a worry in the world.

It was her time. Only hers. And it was precious and pure.


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