About Zerolr

I am an artistic hobbyist who enjoys writing fiction and drawing manga.


This blog is quickly turning into to a self-expression angst journal. Precisely the very thing the 2009-version of myself was trying to avoid.

Oh well.



While I personally enjoy and laugh my ass off at the comedy. I find it unsettling the amount of jokes that guys make solely by dressing as a woman and mocking their mannerisms.



I’m going to be more active on this blog; it’s all part of me becoming productive again. I’m going to focus on completing stories which I will talk about. I’ll also be giving small anime reviews and come up with interesting topics to speak about as well.  My goal is to at least make one post per day.

Wish me luck

I’ve decided….

I’ve always felt that I keep wasting days of my life because I am indecisive. I’m always playing it safe. For the most part it has saved me from a lot of things.

But it has cut me away from great opportunities. Now I’m stuck in this vicious cycle. A rubber bubble where I beat against it, and while it feels like I’m pushing outwards–it then stretches back and I’m bounded back to the center.


Continue reading

People are scared of labels?

People are scared of labels?

“I don’t label things.”

“You can’t just say that it is like that. You can’t assume. You can’t mark things like that. It’s not how the world works…”

I often wonder as I discover the things around me—are people scared of labels? Or is it really no way to categorize something? It is really what you would call assumption to say something is labeled as such? Continue reading

Writing With My Heart On A Pen

Be honest with me…tell me what you think if it.
Tell me, just tell me. I can’t stand this silence.
I just need someone outside to tell me what the voice inside of me is screaming.

That I suck.
That my stuff is boring.
That my writing is boring.

That it’s confusing to read.
That’s why no one can ever bother reading it to the end right?


It’s just only natural in the creative process to be knocked down with a feeling of incompetence. But I could remember a time when that voice shut up and stopped talking for a good number of years. Now it’s back and it’s rattling at my ear.
Continue reading