I don't exist. I'm almost everything, a cartoonist or pixel artist, musician, programmer, video editor, etc., I'm almost everything, don't you think? I'm always seen as weird or simply ignored by the world, and I don't care because it doesn't affect me. Maybe I'll die in a car accident and end up like a corpse from the pile of people voted for out there, who knows. I only do what I love most in this life, art, I always behave badly all the time or like the idiot that I am. By the way, one more thing, talent doesn't exist, the best works are always made with intelligence, love and effort :'D.
One thing if I'm alive, music is not completely lost (Not like those fucking shitty reggaeton musicians that they are, pure drugged idiots or others that are simply idiots without any brain cells).
Who am I? I'm a nobody, I don't know if I have friends because sometimes I'm emotionally out of control or I'm just an idiot :v.