My name is Sanya, I'm 22, and I've never had a blog before. 
I want this to be a space for me, where I can safely place pieces of myself into well-decorated boxes. It can also be a space for you - hang out a while, take a look through, see what you can take for yourself, what pieces of me you can carry with you.
If you care to look, you can find my heart, my soul, the organs which work together to keep me moving and breathing and living and feeling. I hope you find it somewhat interesting.
...If you don't find it interesting, I shouldn't really care, should I? This page was started as a way to become more comfortable with my thoughts not being read by everyone I know.
Like I've said, I'm brand new to this! Forgive me if you find anything broken. Do not scorn me - were you not once new, too? To this, and to anything else you have done? Do not forget where you have come from.
Check out my poetry, perhaps! I put a lot of myself into each piece I write. If you want something a little more insane, take a look at my shrines (my Marc shrine and the Sticker shrine are particularly ridiculous).
^The blood of rosso corsa will stain the golden cross, it will stain the graveyard outside, it will stain everything it touches, everything the light in Maranello touches. This blog can be stained too, if you want.
If you click the little beast in the top left and move your cursor, he'll chase the car around! How cute is that!
(This blog is NOT mobile friendly. Sorry, not sorry. Some things may also look a little off on your screen on PC...side-effect of me being HORRIBLE at CSS. Oops.)
Say hello perchance 
Why am I here? Why are you here?
I think we as a society are too comfortable being accessible. I think I as an individual am too comfortable sharing my inane thoughts and not comfortable enough sharing anything personal. There is the modern fear of being 'cringe' when you are upset, when you are angry, when you feel anything negative - how do you share such a thing over a text? Even in person, how am I meant to express my fears, my doubts, my struggles over coffee? When another person will either gaze upon me with pity or tell me to 'man up'. I hope I can use this as sort of diary, somewhere I can bury the thoughts I'm not sure others would like to read, a place to ignore analytics and not wonder whether people like what I write, like what I say, like who I am. A place to just be.
