NeverMindBabe

Thats right, I'm leaving this ACCOUNT, I added the DA part to get your attention and hopefully it did.

In recent light dealing with everything, I wasn't really happy with my artwork and gallery. Plus this username kept bugging me. I have deleted my gallery and have started a brand new account!

Important info:

Username now: xIxKilledxSuicidex.

xIxKilledxSuicidex

So if you watched me here and liked what you saw and read, I dearly hope you watch me on my new account, a lot of the photographs that were on here will be there. In fact, "This Is What I Get..." is already posted! So I hope you add me to the watch list and comment on my new things.

I will be watching most of the people on my watch list here also on my new account. I love you guys a lot, you're all very encouraging and it keeps me going.

I need to do this for myself, not because I got bored, but because it really means a lot to me. I feel that if I start over again, I can wipe everything that was bad from me mentally as well.

Just a list of the photographs from here that will be posted there:
"Lovers."
"The Tears of the Truth Teller"
"By The Way, I Tried To Tell You."
"Drowning In My Sleep."
"You're Not Here With Me"
"Dark and Light", "Diamente"
"The Offering."
"Absolute."

If there are any others that you really want to see, just let me know.

Hope to see everyone on my new account!

P.S. I'm doing a lot better now, I'm still quiet, but not so sad anymore.

See you there!

A friend of a friend's daddy died on Tuesday.

I didn't know him that well, but his son used to play with me and my friends, he'd tease me in a friendly manner. I knew him well enough to weep. I was okay when finding out the new on Tuesday night, and I was okay with it on Wednesday. But today it finally hit me. He's gone. He's got three kids. I finally understand what people mean by "delayed reactions."

I wept today in gym, I can't function. I don't know what to do. I feel imcompetant. I feel useless. I don't think I can handle this. The part that makes me cry the most is that I'm not there with them. They're all up there, crying, and I'm stuck out here weeping with them, for them. I'm not with them.

It also added to all the stress and tension that's suddenly been building up in me. I guess this one was just too much to handle. I don't want to be around many people, school is sort of like being underwater, watching everyone, but not exactly hearing everyone.  Everyone keeps on asking me what's wrong, but if I tell them, I start to cry. Even writing down this is making me cry. I hate this. I hate feeling so useless. My hands are so restless. I need to keep my mind on other things, otherwise I break. There's a lot of things that I'm weeping for.

But it's also taught me that there is nothing like the simple act of human comfort to help the healing process. I am truly grateful for the mate who cradled me and stokes my hair while I wept. It really meant a lot to me.

I'm not going to be able to comment on all of your stuff right away, but I'll be here.

I hope everyone is doing well.
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