Where do all those thoughts go?

A child asks questions, an adult answers them.

But an adolescent is neither, they can't ask these questions anymore, and they don't have the answers. Teenagers talk to teenagers, the teeming thoughts...

I didn't have the questions or the answers when I made this. I had a sense of abandonment, confusion, anger, Photoshop and RenPy. 

It took time and effort, it led to nothing but a momentary catharsis, when I briefly felt like an artist, like I had potential again. 

It ends and begins again, and there was something reassuring in the notion that my emotions could be archived in this format.

I don't plan on making something quite like this again, but I'm now glad I made it. Do I need to justify its artistic value, or can I just let it exist on here?

Thanks for playing my game.