I'm changing dA names somewhat. I am moving some watches over to ~hana-ginkawa http://hana-ginkawa.deviantart.com/ . And I'm moving my works there as well. So, don't freak! It's the same person!
I will probably keep this one alive, if simply to watch some of the groups here that I'm not gonna watch on my other account. Though that may change.
Anyways, talk to you soon.
And if you watch me and I have removed you or am not watching you anymore, please don't take offense. I just haven't talked to you, or liked what I've seen in recent months.
Thanks, and if you want to friend me again at my other dA go ahead!
I ended up not disappearing. Well, only for a day. There are those days when I hate myself. Absolutely hate myself. And I wonder where I go wrong? And the question is rhetorical because the answer I already know.
I hate myself because I can't ask for help. Don't get me wrong, I can, but I'm afraid of asking for help. Just as I am afraid of letting someone really know me. I'm insecure, self-conscious and afraid.
A friend of mine rented a car to his dad. When his dad came to return, all I could do was just listen and watch their hands. I think back to that feeling and how I would be so afraid if I was ever in the position of meeting