Life on the internet sucks lately.
Sheezyart has kicked the bucket, and everywhere else is riddled with cancer as well.
I'm keeping my art hosted on dropbox (
[link]), meaning no public gallery.
I'm still active on AIM, MSN, etc. Usernames should be obvious. Look them up elsewhere if they aren't.
Ugh, I look back on what little is left of my brief stay on DeviantArt and I'm filled with nothing but disgust. I did stupid shit, and acted entirely within the frame of mind that I now despise.
I've come a long way since my first time here, and yet I've gone barely anywhere at all.
I've met a lot of people, done a lot of things, and now I'm not left with much but fleeting memories.
I'm gone.
This guy told me wowomg.com
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Boot to the Mother-f*cking head!
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This is a medical emergency...let's make money off of it!
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My Manic and I ...~
Who the devil are you to comment on my issues?
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The End.
It's the internet man! Of course nobody's going to give a rat's ass about your problems.
The journal was written at a low point.
Real life is going fine.
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The End.
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"Friendships are like true Diamonds, They Shine Brightly among the Dark Rocks." - Yehoshua Flores
[link] <- my chat
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