I feel like Anime Dad Review was some sort of parental figure.
I feel like if I could personify Anime Dad Review any further,
they would have taken me out on a beer run when I got into McMaster.
Anime Dad Review is the parent I hoped to be to some degree.
Anime Dad Review help me deconstruct my work in a way that made me think,
you’re going to make art that you’re going to like someday”.
Anime Dad Review took me and Alexandra Naughton
and said 2 things:
"1. Alexandra ain’t Naughton to fuck wit".
"2. Cand Rules Everything Around Me”.
Anime Dad Review put Alexandra Naughton and I on similar planes of existence.
I still have a lot to learn,
but Anime Dad Review
put me in AP classes,
and not by my request.
Anime Dad Review just sort of believed in what I was doing.
When Anime Dad Review came out
it reaffirmed the necessity of working hard to achieve your goals,
I feel like Megan Wemberly
became Wemberly Worried
the night I considered going back to college.
It was an inevitability,
but I still feel responsible.
All I can do is
keep up w/e this is.
So Wemberly can be a little less worried,
still uphold her title.
I want to thank her for listening
I want to be Klonopin someone takes when they get a little too worried.
I want them to read something stupid I wrote
and I want there to be chillwave playing somewhere in the mind,
because I’ve resurrected chillwave for them,
by killing it.
I want to inspire them
the way Wemberly Worried inspired me
to the point where I’m one of a few things that make them less worried.
I believe in them.
I want them to submit to Anime Dad Review.