my deviantart has become my neglected child that nobody gives a damn about. if i were to invite it to dinner, it would the one who sits facing the corner with a plate of cold mashed potatoes and nothing but water to drink. it would leave without saying goodbye, and i wouldn't notice. it would go home and cry itself to sleep. i feel kind of guilty, because i know it was me that made him like this. its all my fault. i feel i ought to do something and post something and maybe give it a little more attention and love. but this feeling is figuratively smothered by a obese man representing my laziness, so i dont hear it. ah well.