I guess I'm a vow breaker. Can't wait till I get married to see how that works out. But I am here to clean stuff up. Some people who I know outside of the cyber-universe stumbled upon a friend of mine's deviantART account. We had collaborated on the old ducky series, some of my writing, and, in all actuality, life up to now. I've known her longer than I've known those other people. So, seeing my duckies up on her front page, they decided, without questions asked or investigation whatsoever, that it was most definately me who owned the account. After I had made the announcement that I was leaving deviantART. So she, not knowing who these people randomly sending friend requests and commenting on the work, blocked them. About two days after that, I get angry messages from a few of those people (involving the words bitch, it's not my account, and liar, in that order). Then, just a few days ago, without my knowing, the owner of the other account found the account of one of those aforementioned people while looking for something on this site. I did not know the username of that person, so no, I did NOT tell her to go to it. She went through some of the work and disliked it, and voiced her opinion on it (irony 1- the person who was being commented upon has, pretty much every day, bashed the Bush administration for taking away people's right of free speech). Then the commentee commented back and called my friend me. And the bitch thing ensued with no word back from her since that reply.

These two had never ever met before, but the owner of the mistakenformine account (no, i will not name it or the other account) left once before because she disliked what deviantART was becoming. Left and right she saw cliched artists in their pre- and early teens posting their "angsty poetry" and lookalike anime and manga pictures. She decided to leave her old account and create a new one where all of the people she disliked were blocked immediately. These people who just instantly added her as friends or posted cliched work (in her opinion, since neither she nor I want to tell you what is good or not) were automatically on that list.

I'd like to take this time to put in my words. I don't want to lose either as friends, but if forced, I will join my older friend who was there for me when I've been sick and has always given me good advice. The other girl will just have to accept that I'm not always going to choose her side and that she should kind of grow up about these things. And that she shouldn't use deviantART as myspace.com, which I have seen her do.

As something final: I will most definately be permanently gone from deviantART once the resolution for this is found, whatever it may be.

I wish everybody luck and prosperity out there, but don't try to gain it by being something you're not or doing something you're not passionate about.

CK

Final entry. Yesterday ended and tomorrow begins now. Good night and good luck.

That's right kids. I am leaving dA. I will start removing deviations. Some will pop up elsewhere on dA because I will be giving them to friends who helped out with them. I'd like to thank those who visited my page and commented on deviations. Your support was so helpful during the almost 3 years I was here.

I do regret having to leave dA. I will always remember what it did for me, that it was like a very big family for me. But, due to certain elements of fate, I have to leave.

In the end of the storybook, though, I began to feel that I'd gone past happily ever after. Ever after began to turn dismal. No longer was it a home for me. I was driven out of it by the rabid bears who wanted a share of the porridge.

I will miss this place.

L8r- CK

{BIG FAT EDIT} The official leaving day will be March 30. Nothing will be posted/replied to after that.

{BIG FAT EDIT DEUX} OK, five more days to go. I must say this though. People think that it is just their doing that I am leaving. IT IS NOT. A lot of people had parts in my departure. If someone says they made me leave, they're just looking for attention. No one MADE me leave, and I didn't choose to leave because of one person. No one in the world has that much sway over my opinions and choices.

So just go here. [link]

Have you ever been stabbed, not in the back, but right through your ribcage to your heart? Sure you have. I have. I think we all have. So why don't we know when we're doing it? Or most people don't. I know. I've done it purposefully most times. I feel like doing it now. 'Cuz I've been hit where it hurts. I'm living in a world where a size 0 and under is average in people in my age group. I'm what a 1940s man would have loved. Or maybe a Rennaisance man. That would have been a great time for me, without the anti-feminist views. But, have we really changed? Woman have to be tiny and pretty before a guy will look at them. I hate it. Back to my point though: I'm not one of the tiny ones. My "Friends" are though. And the ones who get upset about eating too much are the ones who look like they don't eat. Others have a hereditary thing. One of my oldest friends is like that; I still make her eat something at mealtimes. But CERTAIN PEOPLE hit me where it hurts a lot: my weight and looks. I had no friends for the longest time because of it. So thanks, guys. You sure know how to bring me down.