"And I suddenly feel like a different person
From the roots of my soul come a gentle coercion
And I ran my hand o'er a strange inversion
As the darkness turns into the dawn
The child is gone"
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Now that I'm over hating dA for deleting a five-paragraph thank you to dA and my watchers yesterday, I'm ready to sit down and try again. Perhaps I should do this in Word....

Well, it’s been five years. Half a decade. A quarter of my entire life.
That’s right. As of tomorrow, December 29th, I’ll have been here on deviantART for five whole years.

When I joined in ’03, it was because I wanted to keep in touch with my old Clan after I moved to the shelter in Phoenix. I didn’t know that it would become such a huge part of my everyday life, even after I lost touch with most of the Clan.
Yet, here I am. I have 312 deviations (plus another two hundred in dA’s storage) and 89 scraps.
I started out posting poetry and prose, but while I was here I learned a lot and managed to expand to traditional art, photography, photomanipulation.

Over the last couple of years, I have debated over deleting much of my old work. If you were to look back (and I’m not suggesting you do, unless you wish for your eyes to bleed), you’d see the work of an angst-ridden, attention-whoring, pseudo-Wiccan fifteen year old who actually thought she was unique.
But looking back, I realize just how much I have changed over the last five years.
And most of that change is because of the incredible people I’ve met here. dA has brought me so many new friends, and even reunited me with some old ones I would have lost otherwise. I have learned and grown so much, thanks to you.

I went from being a dark, mopey, flighty “goth” who wrote bad rhyming poetry about hating myself, hating the world and suicide (which is really ironic because I’m terrified of death and always have been), to an adult. Yes, I still wear a little more black than a normal person should, but I no longer do it because I need to be seen and noticed. It’s just a security-blanket-thing these days.
No, I see now that what makes a person a truly unique individual is who they are inside. I finally have a firmer grasp on who I am and who I was, and why.

So thank you, to all of you who helped me become the person I am today, five years later. You know who you are.

[Rant Ended]


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~Clubs~

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~My Favorite Stock Goddesses~