ravengurl

So I read some of my old journal entries on here.  It's been--what--five, six years?  Reading these entries is like reading the words of a stranger.  Who was I back then?  What the hell was I talking about?  Did I honestly beg for comments/commissions, for attention?  I guess I did.  I didn't remember that lovely bit of embarrassment, but there it is. Apparently I was awfully immature, which is a common side-effect of being young and stupid.  Forgive me? This whole page is like a diary.  I hate diaries.  No, wait, let me rephrase...I love to write in diaries, but I hate reading back on diaries.  I hate that they exist after a certain amount

So am I the only one who cannot see their gallery?  Seriously.  I see nothing. Blank.  Nada.  Not on my page and not when I click on my gallery.  Does anyone see the same or different?  Is anyone experiencing what I am?

Wow, where the hell have I been?  Right here.   For some reason I kindof fled from dA for a bit.  Everytime I saw my messages growing I ignored them.  I wasn't my usualy self.  I didn't view any art, I didn't comment, I didn't even give love to anyone's page.  I was idle. Life just got in the way, I suppose.  Crazy things have been going done and art just got pushed to the side.  Everything I came here it was kindof like...ouch...I want that.  But couldn't.  If that makes sense to you.  I'm sorry to miss so much...I basically had to delete all that did not interest me, save what I did, and delete all journals an polls.  I know that leaves m