It's unlike me to feel this way
It's unlike like me to be afraid
It's not my choice to be confused
And I feel so self-accused
I watch myself become your toy
I find it hard to not enjoy
It's not like me to yearn this much
But I can't cure this want of touch
By day it won't let me be free
And in my dreams you sleep with me
I beg, I cry, I plead, I pray
You watch, you wait, you tease, you play
It's unlike you to be so cruel
It's unlike me to play your fool
Man, it's crazy. I used to spend almost every waking hour on this website when I was in my early teens. I made a lot of friends here and I have some very fond memories of dA seven years ago.
I hadn't been on this site more than once every three or four months for the last five or so years... This week I decided that maybe I would give it a shot. I never really had a "niche" for my art, I was all over the map. I've finally settled on crochet and knitting as the two things I love to do the most.
It's crazy how much has changed in the last few years, reading back on my old journal entries I was full of teenage angst, lol, but I can safely say I have grown out of that.
In the last five years I have grown up, I have a two year old son, I'm a certified personal trainer, I'm independent, I sell custom hand made hats and I write a lot of music.
Anyway... That's all I can think of to update you on.
What has everyone else been up to?