Journals9
Newest
Late to the Party
1 min read
Is it April already? Better drink my own piss...I mean, write a bunch of awesome poems to celebrate my absolute favorite hobby of all time.
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Reflecting on 4 years
2 min read
I've had this account since before I started college. Now I graduated. Now I've moved on. It makes me upset really. I loved this website like no other website. Now...it's just...meh. Not as interesting any more. I've seen it grow, change, and get more user friendly. I've seen the good, the bad, the ugly, and everything in between here. I don't regret the time I've spent on deviantART. I just regret that I will never get that experience back. As much as I've tried, I've never cemented my place here and have ultimately just floated here. I'm nobody, but I'm also most people here.
I know that no one will really read this. Sometimes I feel like I'm speaking to myself on here. It's okay. I log on here, what, like once every two months. I don't get to take a look at everything I should. And, I'll be honest; I usually don't crank out an interesting journal entry. Prior to reading the works of Samuel Pepys, I would not think journaling as any form of art. Lousy love-laced literature scrawled in a composition book by some hormone-ridden teenage girl. That is what seems to define the collective understanding of journaling. A facebook post. That's how I treated my journals. However, there may be some hidden potential tucked away in deviant green.
I'm still writing. At least I still try. I hate much of what I've posted here. As I've grown as an artist, I look at my earlier work in shame and in a few years may look at my newer work the same way. It's sad, really. You work hard on something, only to hate it and throw it out later. I may post sporadically. I may not. I wanted to get rid of this account for a long time. However, being one of my first accounts on the internet makes it rather special to me. It's hard to let go of something so laden with precious memories. I just didn't have the heart to do it. And I probably never will.
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
College Grad
1 min read
I recently graduated college with my BA in Sociology. Looking for a job now. Also looking to compose some new poems and get more active in dA. I miss when I was more involved. I'll be at a poetry reading tomorrow. Hopefully that will put me back into the swing of things.
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
It's Sad
2 min read
This used to be my favorite website. Now I visit this place less often than I do the gym and the beach (both of which I haven't seen in years). I attribute this to having met a more local literature community and being able to talk to people with faces. I find that more appropriate than saying "I made real friends." Not that you all aren't real (or that you don't have faces), but I met more people in person than people who have stayed here. Also, college keeps me quite busy. I'm finally graduating with my BA. Afterwards, I'm off to work and then off to grad school. I'm posturing to leave my current hometown and start a new life somewhere less...dead. Somewhere more metropolitan. Somewhere more modern.
I don't want to drop my DA account...I just don't feel like much of an artist anymore. Never did, to be honest. This place has changed a lot. Granted, most of it is for the better, but I miss the old DA, if not for any reason than to hold onto the delusions I held when I was fresh-faced writer and high-school senior. I don't want to lose the wonder, the vastness of the world in front of me...how everything felt so new and big. In a way, it still does for me. Just not on the internet. The internet becomes so very small once you spend enough time on it.
I would, as usual, promise to write more literature; but frankly, I don't know if I can keep that promise anymore.
I don't want to drop my DA account...I just don't feel like much of an artist anymore. Never did, to be honest. This place has changed a lot. Granted, most of it is for the better, but I miss the old DA, if not for any reason than to hold onto the delusions I held when I was fresh-faced writer and high-school senior. I don't want to lose the wonder, the vastness of the world in front of me...how everything felt so new and big. In a way, it still does for me. Just not on the internet. The internet becomes so very small once you spend enough time on it.
I would, as usual, promise to write more literature; but frankly, I don't know if I can keep that promise anymore.
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Not dead yet...
1 min read
I've just been dealing with life. I've had a lot on my plate as of late with dying family members, college, and graduate school application. I even built a new desktop computer (for gaming and all). Everything is decent. I'll try to start posting lit again. I really need to get back to writing.
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In