...

What was that that just swished past my head?

FOUR mother gooseberry MONTHS.

What happened?? April and May were spent on finishing the killer assignments given in college. (one year down, two more to go) ... And then I plummeted from college and into my summer job, back to caring for the elderly. Poopylicious. This year, the term “summer holiday” is alien to me as I’ll work until the very last week before I go back to school. I haven’t touched dA or AIM for all this time and I feel so guilty right now for not having been able to tell you that I’ve been busy. As guilty as a dog that just peed on the finest carpet in the house... The more time that went by, the more ashamed and embarrassed I felt to haul my ass back here. “Sorry” just doesn’t seem to cut it this time... I think you’re way sick of me now, and you should be.

I’ll get to all those deviations and journals that I’ve been missing out on. Over 500 deviations, 210 messages and notes… I’m so sorry if I don’t get back to you with a fav or comment, but know that I will look at them. I’ve had a sneak peak at the front page and I am absolutely amazed at how much you guys have grown artistically in such a short period of time.

You’re incredible.

I missed you and I missed gawking at your creations. It’s not fair of me to vanish like that and if I keep it up, then I feel I might as well leave dA and spare you of the trouble. You don’t deserve it. This was very difficult for me to type, and it’s going to be even harder pressing the “submit” button. I have not forgotten the art that I promised to people; they are etched in the back of my head, threatening to burn a hole in it. I will pour my wretched soul into completing them.

So... I’m sorry for vanishing. I’ll clean up my act from now on; I hate feeling like this and even more the feeling of disappointing you. I hope that you can forgive me, though I well understand if you don’t.


With love
The greatest fucktard in history.