So transferring old watches from my previous account, to this new one. Terribly frustrating. Have you ever wanted to throw your laptop across the room?

Why did I cross over when I never had any art to begin with? Simple: I was a child when I created my last one. It's funny to me, how four years and a few tragedies can cause so much growth in one's-- in my mind and maturity.

I don't know a lot of nineteen-to-be-twenty year olds who hold my responsibilities, or who live as I do. I feel old. I'm exhausted by eight-thirty, nine-- I despise parties and large masses of people. I don't drink or do drugs, I take my job and my schoolwork seriously, I support myself in all aspects nearly, (ah the joys and woes of moving out haven't reached me yet) and I hold myself accountable for my actions and decisions. Odd. I'm trapped in the body of a fifteen year old with the mind of my mother. God, I don't want to be my mother...

I crave something more, and perhaps this is the child rising in me. I wish for love, reckless, wild, love. More then what I have now. More then he wants to give me. I want to run away with him, just get in the car and drive away. Seek the I Am and see the world.

I've got five cents in my pocket and I'm leaving this town...

That's how I want to live my life. Trusting not in myself but in my God, seeking the companionship of the only man I've ever known or associated myself with, and going... but he won't go. He doesn't want that, and it seems he doesn't want me because I want that. if only he could see how much I love him...

Oh the woes of childhood. The woes of childhood bridging adulthood. I am but a child with an adult job, an adult mentality at times, and the expectancy that I will be an adult in my household.

But yes, new deviantart, new start, perhaps a new life.

Oh, also. The Heroin Diaries by Sixx A.M. is amazing. I highly suggest it.
Girl With Golden Eyes personally gave me chills toward the end of it.

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