I've been part of this community for nearly two years and a lot has changed. I joined this, to check out the great art and to be able to chat with those who share my intrests (at the time there were not many). I was going through a certain common phase at age tweleve. Know the one, hating yourself for nothing, thinking you suffered so much and life was just a way to pass time. I was sobby and I cut, only now do I relieze how stupid and petty I was. I now see people who have nothing and how stupid I was to be complaining while God had given me so much. I think the turning point for me was when my uncle had commited suiside last year and how diaspointed I was. I remember wondering if his actions had sent him to hell and how close I had come to making the same foolish mistake. I was the type to appear happy and think horrible things to myself. But I am better now.

The whole point of this journal was to explain my err moving I guess. I'm changing accounts as of today. I get so angry visiting my page and seeing the past. I see these journal entries of teenage angst and horror and I am embrassed of myself. I could not talk about my "pain" to those around me so cyberly I whined forever. But not anymore I know now how selfish and truly dumb I was so I discarding this. Angel of sorrow sounds so silly and pathetic doesn't it.

So I'm moving to a fresh account, (and a new email) and I'm going to try to keep up my relation with this site. I haven't been here in ages. I apologize to all I have abandoned. All who look for me may find me here.
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