This is the first time I've been on deviantART in over two years, and it's pretty weird. I was immature as hell back in the days, and my writing sucked. For that reason, I deleted all of that, but I kept my Photoshop stuff because that's actually better than anything I can come up with now. As pathetic as that is.

I was trying to figure out why I stopped going here in the first place, considering the fact that I used to be here all the time (as evidenced by the fact that I have over a thousand favorites). Did something bad happen in my life? Was I suddenly bombarded with homework? Did I work out my pimp hand until it was so mighty that it knocked Chris Crocker herself out of the sky?

No, it was weed.

I can't really remember when I first smoked, but from my journal entry I'm going to guess it was sometime around May 2005 or so. I remember thinking that it was fun, but only something I'd do once in awhile, and I would never, ever buy my own stuff.

Boy, was I wrong.

Anyway, I started smoking so much that to be honest, I forgot I even had a deviantART account in the first place. I actually posted a journal two years ago, which I'm guessing is a year after I started smoking, but I forgot that I posted that, too. In fact, the only reason I ever remembered about this account was when my friend asked me earlier who the Asian chick in one of my Photoshopped pictures is. And I, of course, told him the truth: that it was my girlfriend.

I haven't slept in two or three days, so I'll wrap this post up and say that I'll probably try to add a story or picture once in awhile, and that my writing isn't so fucking terrible now.