I've been on deviantart for nearly three years now. I've made a lot of friends here
I never hear from them any more, and I'll admit it is partially my fault

The skin on my forearms crawls, a weird, psychological sensation. It's a ghost of the feeling of slitting my wrists.

I have more self=discipline now than when I first joined deviantart, so as much as I want it to be more than a ghost of a feeling, I am ignoring it.

It's weird, being all alone with no one to talk to. The loneliness is beyond imagining.

I lost my digital camera, so that's why I've had no photo uploads for forever, sorry guys.