And when I realized this, I resloved to let this continue no further.
So now, I'm back. So much has happened in the nearly three years since I used to frequent this place. I've given up on the silly MS Paint doodles, and taken up the quill as my artistic weapon. I feel that I've grown considerably at expressing what I'd like through written word, and once I finish something, I plan to put it up here for perhaps someone else to see. Though, I doubt it will be likely. The only way for things to be seen here is to make friends or beg, neither of which I care to do. Instead, I'll leave these here and hope, like I've done for so long, that someone with enough interest will stop by and tell me what they think.
Because thinking is the only real thing to me anymore.






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"May the best day of your past be the worst day of your future. . ." ~Irish Blessing
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"May the best day of your past be the worst day of your future. . ." ~Irish Blessing
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"REMEMBER REMEMBER THE FIFTH OF NOVEMBER THE GUNPOWDER TREASON AND PLOT. I KNOW OF NO REASON THE GUNPOWDER TREASON SCHOULD EVER BE FORGOT."
"I will NOT be Fat Von D!"
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"I wanted freedom bound and restricted,
I tried to give you up but I'm addicted."
Oh oh! Guess who this is!? If you don't know by now it's-it's-Becky!
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"I wanted freedom bound and restricted,
I tried to give you up but I'm addicted."
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~"...this feather. There's this unexplainable sadness to it. It's almost like, like it's crying..."~
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