Looking back at my sprawling deviantArt accounts from my wasted youth, i hate the person i was. Yet for some bizzare contorted reason i feel myself somehow being pulled towards coming back to this hole, which took me years to escape, relisation being the most time consuming aspect. Maybe it's due to my gradual decline, the feelings that everything is going far to fast and mainly why is this person assuming things from me. I always assumed that with time would come the capacity to comprehend my responsibillities, however, this was/is not the case. Instead i shun my responsibillites and feel a hate for any one whom trys to help my future, i have no excuses for this, i understand what and why they are doing and yet i can't shake the feelings i feel towards them. It could be my self deprecating nature shining through, equally it could be my sloth. I want to be something, but i feel that this should require no effort from me because i'm so gosh-darn-wonderful.
College and Uni, I honestly do not know anymore...
I want to fail, is what i must assume from my actions and feelings.
Probubly won't be drawing furries anymore...