bakapusheen

I started Deviantart very young. I didn't know what I was doing. I don't regret much in my life, but I regret ever signing up for that damn account. In a way, DeviantArt was the worst and best period of my life. I met people that I can truly call my friends, people that I don't deserve in my life. People that have been there since day one, you know who you are. I took my friends here for granted, I wish I could've been better to you all. At the same time, my mind was in a very dark place. I won't go into depth, but I was bullied a lot as a kid, verbally and physically from my peers because I acted differently. I was constantly told that I had

I chose to believe every word I was fed and I thought the coals on my back were a product of the lack you left when you stepped back and racked your brain for a reason to stay but you could not seem to formulate any such thought in your head. So you left with nothing more than a reason you kept silent and my mind would riot stuck in self perpetuated mental violence and dreams kept private. The amibition to fix this wish list of selfish misfit realist missions contained within a vision of wishful thinking and sinking deep into a new bit of misproportioned emotions leaking through a seeping truth constructed by my need to feel important