I remembered that I once had this....... I read through a lot of my old shit here. I'll keep it up, for as long as DeviantArt is a thing. I just wanted to say, to whomever may be listening, that I was in some incredibly dark places back then, and after years and years of hard work, life lessons, and maturing my own thought processes that I am doing so fucking much better now. Life is not perfect. who's ever is? But I do wake up nowadays, most days, with good days. And the bad days aren't as dark, and they don't last as long, and the thought processes I was in when I wrote the vast majority of what I did are as alien to me now as they could be... Chronic depression is my diagnosis, but it's not my life. It was back then, but not now. I have learned to love my life.