How did you get here?
I assume you weren't looking for this page... Unless you were... maybe. You could be a nerd. You could be exploring the site and wanted to see if I had designed a 404 page, as if you were doubting my competance as a programmer. Or maybe not. Maybe you just have fat fingers and you misspelled a link. But why would you even type out a link? Everything on my site is linked within the site itself. Heck, I have a sitemap right there! I apologize, I didn't mean to make fun of your abnormally large fingers. Well... This is awkward now... You don't have to read all of this. I included my navigation page on the left, so you could leave whenever you'd like. What do you want from me? Do you think there's going to be some super-secret message at the end of this? Because there won't be. At this point it's kind of sad that you're still reading. I'm writing this at one in the morning. I need sleep, but you're keeping me awake because you decided that you were going to go through the trouble of reading this entire page. How does that make you feel? Bad, I hope. How can you even see this?? The font size is seven pixels! Do you know how miniscule that is? How minute? you would have to zoom the screen in just to read this. I assume you weren't looking for this page... Unless you were... wait, did I already say that? Okay, okay, I was trying to give you deja vu. Did it work? I'm running out of things to talk about. Blah, blah blah blah, blah blah. Please stop reading. I want to escape this prison. why am I doing this to myself? I could have wrote a basic message that says something like "oh hey, you're not supposed to be here, go away" or something less passive-aggressive. This is so much writing that I'm not even going to finish tonight, so congratulations, you beat me. I give up. You're just too stubborn to go do something better with your life, so here's your reward- the world's tiniest cake: 🎂. Do you feel better about yourself now? Do you feel accomplished? Because I don't. At least have a bite. I'm just going to sit here and ignore you until you go away... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... You're still here, aren't you? What kind of person even goes through this much scrutiny over a website?? Certainly not anyone of neurotypical brain function. Of course, I'm not suggesting anything about your intelligence, I'm actually quite aquainted with your doctor. I have your file here from them; you look veryyy healthy. They noted inside of your file that your hairline is receding at an alarming rate. That isn't me making fun of you, it's written right here. They underlined it, in fact. It's probably because of how much you stress yourself out reading pointless pages like this that definetly does not have any secrets hidden inside of it. How am I supposed to end this? After all of this word vomit, what do I say to finish it all? I suppose you would think that something profound would come from all of this. You know, this reminds me of something me and my buddy were just talking about: how God has a plan for each one of us, even though we may not have a grandiose purpose. If you read Matthew chapter one, Matthew lists the family lineage that led to Jesus' birth. Some were great figures for the Lord, such as Abraham and David. But so many more were individuals whose names will never be remembered. And yet, if even one of those individuals were never born, Jesus would have never come down to earth. The point is that, even if you feel you aren't as important as others, your life is just as crucial to God's plan. Even reading this now, you are important. You matter. God has a plan for your life. He loves you. You are loved... Okay fine. You've made it this far. The least I can do is give you something interesting. If you go back to the index of my site, and use "/!/" as well as a certain keyword, you can access hidden pages on my site that aren't listed anywhere else. That's all I'm giving you, so... Have fun letting that drive you crazy ;bbb