Sometimes I look back on where I’ve come from, before I moved dA accounts, and I realize how much I hate everyone and I hate who I was, hate where I was, and how happy I am I shed my skin and moved accounts when I did, cause I don’t think I’d ever have come this far if I hadn’t. What scares me is how I hate people, since I'm generally not a very spiteful person unless they have wronged me in some way, but everything on there fills me with anger and spite. I don't know, maybe it's because they remind me of what I used to be.
I know I'm beating a dead horse at this point, but I feel like saying I'm happy where I'm at now, with the people I'm with now, and I'm very comfortable in this position. If you don't have my new account you'll never get it either - anything from here, anything from before, makes me uncomfortable and restricted. You wouldn't recognize me now. And I wouldn't want you to. This place is filled with old and left behind, and I'm so far away from it nobody would like it.
I dunno. I felt like dusting it off. Saying something.