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Soo...my paranoia has been killing me for a while, and now it's bad to point that every second of my existence is nothing but slowly growing fear. As to what I'm afraid of, my answer is simply everything. It's making me a bit depressed and I need time to calm down. I don't even want to go anywhere, and when I do I'm so afraid of what could go wrong or what could happen that I can't enjoy it. I can't be happy.
I just need hugs and some time to let myself calm down. I'll be back as soon as possible.
I just need hugs and some time to let myself calm down. I'll be back as soon as possible.
Hi hello
Hi there everyone. It's me, ya boy. I just came to say hello, check up on everyone. I kind of forgot about this account which is why I kind of died for almost a year or so. That and I haven't been drawing as much as I used to, but I guess that happens. Everything is different now. We're all in quarantine, everything is weird, the layout of DA itself has changed. It was bound to happen, but maybe I was also gone longer than I thought. I don't know, I've honestly lost track of time. I don't know if any of my friends are on here anymore. But if anyone is I want to thank everyone for making my experience as enjoyable as possible, and just for being with me as I grew as both an artist, and as a person. Every bit of your time and energy was appreciated and I only hope that I was able to give the same in return. You deserve just as much, if not more of what you gave me, and I sincerely hope I was able to give what you so deserved. You all deserve to be happy and well. I
Sometimes I wish school was optional
I'm honestly so stressed and tired.
I haven't slept properly in like two days and I wanna cry
I'd not go if I could
But then I'd be taken to court and that's no good soo...
Mmmmmmmmmm
No thank you, sir
I wanna quit but I shouldn't and I'm conflicted. 99.9% tempted
This journal is random but I'm tired so, yeah
ciao
Prologue!Tale: Chapter 1
The lingering smell of dust and debris filled the air. For most, this would be quite bothering, but for the many kids residing in the orphanage, this was quite normal. A blanket shuffled in the back of the room and with a small sneeze, a figure rose from under the comforter. They sneezed again, climbing from under the comforter fully and landing barefoot on the cold, concrete floor. The figure walked into the hallway and into the neighboring room and over to another small bed. Checking for debris from ceiling, they shook the figure that was asleep on it. "Frisky. Wake-y, wake-y.."
The smaller figure rolled over to face them,
Back to school advertising.
Why now?
It's like...
...The middle of July...
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