Complain Thursday + win 200 points. closed.Hello, sweetiesMore Like This
I feel like it's a good day for complaining.
So, complain about anything you don't like.
It can be life problems, general state of mind, a person, something deviantART related... anything you want.
Just let it all out.
I might try to help with an advice.
Plus, you can win 200 points.
In order to participate you only have to:
a) this journal
b) and complain about something that gets on your nerves.
I will use random.org to pick one lucky/grumpy winner
I hope you like this idea, and have fun complaining
My complaint (dA related):
I hate it when people keep posting body pics to get attention from perverts/stalkers.
Especially, if they repost 42354235 times to get more favorites on certain photos. Gets on my nerves.
The winner is
My deviantART StoryWhere to begin...More Like This
well it was a dismal day in September when I decided to join the vibrant community of deviantART. This was during the time I was unfamiliar with the ways of the internet as a few weeks before I had logged on for the first time. My father was the one who encouraged me to join, he believed that my original pieces were good enough for the world to see and as DA being the sole place to go for all things art, he told me to start there. He told me that people like traditional arts and that I'd become popular in no time... at the time I believed him. So I joined up and uploaded my first pieces to the site and waited patiently for some much appreciated love.
Nothing came along, no llama, no fave, no comment, even worse no views on any of my deviations, twas a depressing time for me and had blown my confidence away, so I decided to abandon my account. Three months later I came back, not even a pageview, then I realized that by viewing other deviants artwork would encourage the
Open WoundsMore Like This
life is but an open wound
forever drowining us
people are foolish
to think that they can stop us
but they cant
each one of us is filled with flaws
good and bad
we are different
yet the same
no one can truely see
what we see
they will never understand
there might be others like us
but we are alone