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I am a Deviously Deviant
Elekti-Eycharistisi
Female/United States
Why I Am Here
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Last Visit: 28 weeks ago
Akri
Art Zone
Personal Zone
Misc. Zone
This is the place where you can personalize your profile!
But, how?
By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
You can drag and drop to rearrange.
You can edit widgets to customize them.
The left side has widgets you can add!
Some widgets you can only access when you get a premium membership.
Some widgets have options that are only available when you get a premium membership.
We've split the page into zones!
Certain widgets can only be added to certain zones.
"Why," you ask? Because we want profile pages to have freedom of customization, but also to have some consistency. This way, when anyone visits a deviant, they know they can always find the art in the top left, and personal info in the top right.
Don't forget, restraints can bring out the creativity in you!
Now go forth and astound us all with your devious profiles!
I'm sure no one is going to read this, but as the title says, I'm confused. In General, about the world, and life. I mean what's the point of it. It's like a constant routine. Get up, go to school, come back, and sleep. The internet is my haven. Anime is my world. I can't seem to do anything but these two things.
I constantly tell myself, what the point? The point of being bullied at school, or people calling you 'weird, or a freak? What's even sadder is that I'm used to it. To me it's become another thing that doesn't phase me anymore.
I shouldn't be whinning since I know people have had it way worse, but I would still like to vent out my anger by writing it out here. I don't sulk or cry about minor things like this, but it would be nice to listen to other people that have gone through somewhat of a resemblance as this. Many people are bullied, or the ones bullying, so I know I'm not alone.
The point for me is, to just be. To be with my friends, to be with people I know I trust.
This journal entry might not make sense, but I wanted to write what's going through my head, and I will keep on doing so.
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