To tell the truth, I was seriously considering just leaving dA overall. I am having trouble finding my identity as a person and as an artist. For a while now, I've felt like I've been wasting my life away. I'm still not sure why, but I feel so depressed and empty right now. But I don't want to kill myself - I want to find my purpose. Every day is just routine after routine and I'm trying to understand it and what I'm supposed to do with myself. I don't feel like myself anymore. I don't know who I am anymore. I just feel so lost.
I've got a lot of skeletons in my closet. And I want them to all just leave and stop resurfacing, but that doesn't happen. I am always reminded of the shame I have in my past.
I thought that maybe, if I just destroyed everything, I could be free. It doesn't make any sense to me now, except that I felt the impulsive need to destroy. I destroyed files on my computer and a lot on this account. I have very few art files left on my laptop, but all is not lost. I still have art files on the family computer that I can retrieve and put back on my laptop. I was, and still am, really at a point of desperation, and destruction was the only thing on my mind.
I was talking with
I'm such a selfish person - wanting to delete everything on this account and leave you all in the dust without any notice. I'm terrible and heartless and I've probably upset and hurt a lot of you by now. I was just going to up and go, but I got lazy deleting my deviations and decided to complete it today. But then I was reading a conversation between
After reading this, I don't know how many of you are still going to stick by me even after I almost deserted you all. But if you are, my new account is here: