They tell me that because I'm an irresponsible vegetarian, I have an iron deficiency. Which, quite honestly, makes a shitload of sense, considering my recent turbulence in every field of my life. Atop this clever factoid, I'm perfectly content in love, affection, and all that shit. My career wants and needs are beginning to take off with my assumption of my own power and usurpation of every thread of fear I'd had. DeviantArt, I loved you, but we're growing apart. I have 53 hours of school, 15 hours of job, 15 hours of theatre, and entirely too much homework to deal with than to socially keep up with you. You're fuckin' needy. 5,814 deviations? You're crazy! No, I will not get around to looking at every link in this lifetime! There's fresh air outside of my window, you see, and a beautiful man who understands everything I need him to.

Also, you've gotten fat.

Thank you for everything you've done and all of the beautiful people you've permitted me to meet. Thank you for this public outlet for my own growth and timeline of maturation. I joined you first when I was 13. I am now 17. Christ, four years? Shit.

In honesty, I have not grown much, outside of breasts. I have learned much more, although my capacity to learn was severely stunted from late14-early15 by a mental collapse that I have just recently overcome, which, without it, I may have graduated high school already and be living in New York, already, instead of in 9 months.

If you'd like to contact me, for whatever reason (outside of rape), please do.

(316)640-8421
theartdisarray@yahoo.com

Good Luck Exploring the Infinite Abyss.
--Kacy