My name is printer. I lack in maturity and sense, common or otherwise. It's nice to meet you, but I don't know if talking will be a regular thing between us. Communication is like a squeezing out dry toothpaste for me; I hate it, it's hard, but my teeth are important. I used to love writing, and I'm trying to rekindle the old flame, so looking for someplace, someone, or something to help me. I get the urge, but it's kind of like when I go to do it, it becomes a chore and all of my inspiration just dies. Probably issue of confidence. Anyway, my main thing is art. I'm in school to become an animator. But I miss writing, and I miss loving it. Nachos.