A shrine to memories of a time and place I don't remember.
I was so young and in love with my life and my dreams.
But here I am, older and I've neglected dreams.
I haven't the time to bother with writing, with love.
I have not time for doodles and art. I have only this deviantart to remind me of happiness, anguish, love, loss and fraudulent friendships.
I was a fool and I was young.
I thought that friendship meant giving everything to someone.
Friendship is not giving.
Friendship is stealing what you can when you can get it and sucking up the rejection when it doesn't come.
Friendship.
A very sad and pathetic excuse.
Do you regret this