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I don't know if anyone still pays attention to my DA but I'm still here. Gonna be trying to get back into Slayers Project since I haven't done any actual art in so long. Welp, for those of you that still watch my page, thank you for sticking with me thru the bullshite. Take it easy, friends <3
Crisis
Crisis
Midmorning Musings of a Nightcrawler
I can't figure out what's worse, feeling like every day is a dream and being afraid of waking up in hell or realizing it's not a dream and you're already there. I live my life in the twilight, the haze of darkness and light, where every fleeting moment of happiness is treasured and never expected. Who I was is not who I am nor who I will be, so don't expect me to be that person. She is a fluid concept, a shadow out of the corner of the eye, a trick of the light, a mirage on the horizon. Blink and you'll miss it.
Don't ask me to be brave, that part of me has forgotten how to be brave. Don't ask me to decide, that part of me is buried in the f
Just For Fun
I know that only a certain few of you even read my journals anymore, and I'm not surprised considering they're not art related but *shrugs* it's whatever. Just wanted to let those who do follow me still know that I am alive. I won't say well, I've never claimed that.
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Forgive Me
I'm so sorry... I don't expect you to understand, I really don't. I wish I weren't such a coward... I wish I could just call you and beg you to forgive me. I miss you. I miss you so much it hurts. You were my best friend. But I fucked it all up. I should have just told you the truth. But how could I? How could I tell you he was threatening me with suicide? That he was physically abusing me? How? Would you have believed it? I doubt it... I don't even know why I was protecting him. I suffered through for a month before I couldn't take anymore and it cost me so much. It cost me you, most of all, and I can never have you back. We can never go
Tired of the Complications
This is the only place where I can blast how I feel without retribution. Only the ones I want to see will see the things I write. Read the things I feel. Only you can see the tiny slivers of my soul.
What's wrong with me? When am I ever going to learn? I'm such a fool. I allow myself to be completely open and closed off at the same time, which makes falling easier and hitting the ground so much harder. I love you, Goddess knows how I love you, but why? What makes you so different from every other fool? Or is it just the desperation I feel to be loved? I truly am pathetic. So desperate to be loved, to be accepted, to be understood. I am desti
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