It's been a long time, dA.

Too bad for you.

I don't really draw a whole lot anymore because I don't have the motivation to do so. I don't write anymore because I'm too depressed to write anything that seems worthwhile.

Failing out of college because I can't handle my own emotional pain/distress.

But what do you care, dA? You aren't an actual entity. You're a website that thousands of emo kids cling to because the people you connect them to people who praise their crappy artwork and tell them everything will be alright. "People are being mean to you? That's so wrong and unusual!"

Guess what, kids, life sucks. Life sucks monkey dick. If you want things to change, do something about it. If you don't do something about it, you'll end up like me: High school Salutatorian whose emotion instability was exploited carelessly and she is now a complete train wreck because she can't swallow her pride long enough to take her anti-depressants.

I should have stayed in medical school. At least at that college the guys didn't like me, so I wouldn't have had to endure the emotional stress brought on by my last few relationships.

Oh, and my birthday is this Wednesday. The Earth has circled the Sun another time since my birth. Hooray for me.