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17 years ago
TESTICLES.
I really don't care if I get featured or not, to be honest. I'm not that popular and I don't plan on being any more popular, here or on DA. It's not like popularity gets you anything, other than screaming fans.
I take that back, actually, thanks to commissions. If anything, I think popularity comes from that. To sit and cry about not being popular is rather naive. I also feel I don't have to explain myself, but I did anyway, because, I'll be honest, I sort of do care about what people have to say about me...or at least I used to. I'm not sure about that, anymore, since I've changed since earlier this year.
I actually find comfort in typing this because I know it won't be read. I'm not complaining about that, because, ladies and gentlemen, I don't read but maybe one or two journals out of the 50 journals I get in a day. And everyone is guilty of it. In fact, by typing this, I'm contributing to a seemingly endless pile of journals on the topics of "popularity". The same old song and dance. It's a doleful topic, really.
I should explain myself as to why I'm typing this. Well, as I said before, I don't think I have to, but I will anyway. There's just something futile about posting, even if you are doing it for yourself. Actually, no, it isn't. I posted human art, and by doing so, rediscovered myself as an artists. None of them really recieved any attention, but it didn't bother me, because I actually felt good. I was drawing what I wanted.
Also, I gues it points back to my furdom-thing, or moreso me not being one. Part of it had to do with a few experiences with a few furs, two out-of-state in two totally different situations, and two local. Being with them made me realise "this isn't for me." I mean no disrespect to them (except one...you're still immature), but...perhaps this was a chapter, or in some case, a side-quest in a video-game, which I still have not completed.
Anywho, I'm done. Label this as drama, if you will, since that words seems to be thrown a lot like a drunkard hurling a whiskey bottle at the wall. It's tragic that so many actually resort to that.
So, I'm fucking done being all introspective and shit, and need to go make love to myself.
Cheers, my bithces 8D
I take that back, actually, thanks to commissions. If anything, I think popularity comes from that. To sit and cry about not being popular is rather naive. I also feel I don't have to explain myself, but I did anyway, because, I'll be honest, I sort of do care about what people have to say about me...or at least I used to. I'm not sure about that, anymore, since I've changed since earlier this year.
I actually find comfort in typing this because I know it won't be read. I'm not complaining about that, because, ladies and gentlemen, I don't read but maybe one or two journals out of the 50 journals I get in a day. And everyone is guilty of it. In fact, by typing this, I'm contributing to a seemingly endless pile of journals on the topics of "popularity". The same old song and dance. It's a doleful topic, really.
I should explain myself as to why I'm typing this. Well, as I said before, I don't think I have to, but I will anyway. There's just something futile about posting, even if you are doing it for yourself. Actually, no, it isn't. I posted human art, and by doing so, rediscovered myself as an artists. None of them really recieved any attention, but it didn't bother me, because I actually felt good. I was drawing what I wanted.
Also, I gues it points back to my furdom-thing, or moreso me not being one. Part of it had to do with a few experiences with a few furs, two out-of-state in two totally different situations, and two local. Being with them made me realise "this isn't for me." I mean no disrespect to them (except one...you're still immature), but...perhaps this was a chapter, or in some case, a side-quest in a video-game, which I still have not completed.
Anywho, I'm done. Label this as drama, if you will, since that words seems to be thrown a lot like a drunkard hurling a whiskey bottle at the wall. It's tragic that so many actually resort to that.
So, I'm fucking done being all introspective and shit, and need to go make love to myself.
Cheers, my bithces 8D
What are you? Moreover, who created you?
-Everyone starts crying at the drop of a hat
-Overuse of androgyny
-Don't get it unless you watch it from the very beginning
-It's Fullmetal Alchemist
-EDWARD IS NOT CUTE, HOT, NOR ANYTHING RELATED TO ATTRACTIVE
-Not to mention there is always that mysterious guy, like in every anime, that everyone is trying to get near but no, he won't have it 'cause he's mysterious and serves as a major part of the plot. If anything, he has the Wolverine complex. Troubled past, blah, blah, no one loves or cares about you and you should just die already.
-Oh, and his name is Scar. Scar, for the love of god.
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GODDAMNIT
*You have gone [0] hours without getting on your pedestal.*
If I can't, then we can at least keep in contact via e-mail.