Hey,
I'm just glad that getting myself engaged in dA activities has helped me get my mind off. Gettin' on with faving the awesome concepts deviants come up with, and giving them valid comments, and they replying me with a sense of satisfaction that their works are appreciated - It's a whole world altogether. I wish this was the only kind I needed to live with, but fuckin' reality pesters me throughout. It's become a slit-throat botheration. Everything & everybody I gotta face is gettin' so harder by the minute. Every passing day I curse my father for bringing me to this cursed world, dragging me throuogh this thick of shitholes and the blood