I don't know why I logged on to this website again. Boredom and curiosity I suppose, but i miss it in a strange way.
Having matured significantly since my last log in (three years maybe?), I have come to realize the heavy influence that other people's writing had on the writing of my own. Such that I have deleted all my deviations, since I am not able to give credit where credit is due. Most of my work was words and ideas of my own, mixed in with the thoughts of others.

Hardly any of the people on this website knew me on a personal level, but I look back on the person I was four years ago and I think of how foolish and immature I was. I don't even want to go into detail as to not embarrass myself further, but I was a silly little girl. I'm still young, but I'd like to see myself as a wiser, new and improved version of my old self.

The thing is, I don't write anymore. Depression inspired me, and now that I am (mostly) content with my life, I feel that I have nothing to write about. Maybe that will change if I get in to writing again, but I think that writing just fueled the depression and hate and everything I had stored up inside me, and I just refused to let it go until I snapped. My advice to others, who related or commented on my writing is that if you have the same issues I had, get help, please. Writing is a beautiful way to express yourself, but you don't have to go through anything alone.

If you wish to contact me, email VictoriaF08@gmail.com
I might start a new account, but this is my past, and the past is where it should stay.