Hi :) I am Christopher Hamfield.
Unfortunately, I am not recognized as Christopher due to my immigration status, and it is technically true that my legal name is the "real" name for now, however to me it's dead, DON'T ever use my legal name unless you are immature or lack respect, because I have already became Chris, and that is the only name I recognize myself as, furthermore, it will be my real name once it becomes possible to change it legally without a threat to residency or survival.
I am a man from Eastern Europe who was raised as property of biological parents, addicted to tech since age 9.
The addiction lingers on to this day, as I spend most of my time rotting away at my computer(s), and I don't really have any friends, not unless you count the random strangers I know the names of and we've spoken for like 15 seconds or so. Otherwise, indeed, I got no one, yet I am not complaining, loneliness is bad, but also completely tolerable.
A few years back, the old country had gone to shit, a war began, and yet I am thankful, not for the deaths of innocent civilians, but for the change it brought upon me, in just a few months, I had lost everything- all my friends, my house, my material possetions, even trust and respect for family members and the way they have raised me, just fucking everything!
When I had initially entered the UK, I had hope, my existence would finally mean something, but I was wrong, nothing much had changed, I've realized that the friends I had back there were fake, and not a single person remained, I have been messaging one of the guys I knew back there, but even he eventually ghosted me.
Thing is, I never had to come up to someone to introduce myself, unless I was told to, and everyone I spoke to as a kid and as a teenager back in the old country was someone who greeted me first, and never the other way around. And perhaps this explains the fear of greeting people that sometimes haunts me, to this day.
It is a difficult subject, my past, perhaps I am the crimeless version of Niko Bellic, though he faced war head on and I just passively witnessed it without being involved in the militery.
My self perception is fluctuating like an unstable capacitor's voltage on an old rusty motherboard, sometimes I hate myself and sometimes I absolutely adore the person that I am. It all depends on something, perhaps the loneliness and the memories of the shallow past are haunting me, skewing my perception of the present reality.
I've made a few songs using Logic Pro on my Macintosh systems, and I might make more songs using the "Midi Rock" genre as I refer to it, one of these songs is about my first real crush, though the lyrics are exxederated, but for now I've given up on that idea because I lost most of my Logic Pro and GarageBand projects due to a lack of proper backups or disk clones. (When I had sold off my MacBook Pro and Mac Mini and smashed my other, smaller- MacBook. I simply wiped the internal storage on all of them.)
Click the links below for my music stuff.
I also love making random YouTube videos, and while my old channel was deleted (by me), I have a (semi-recently created) new channel with some content you can check out if you so wish to.
I simply exist, the things I do might not always be meaningful, the judgement of those things is up to you.
Most of the time, I don't tend to take myself seriously, yet sometimes I do. Perhaps I should tell you more about me here, but whatever.
Get to know me in person if you really want to.
Thank you! Just in case, you can find out more about my name and identity here:
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