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Hannah.
15.
Single.
Dark Artist. Failed writer. A hopeless romantic. Adores the sound of distortion on guitars. Has a mysterious desire and passion that has not been discovered yet. Finds beauty in people that others can not see. Attracted to anything which sparkles or glitters. Belives that laugher is the best form of medicine. Really would love a black silk tophat for some strange reason with a Joker card stitched to it. Has a mild obsession with vampires and their fangs. Learns Japanese as a language. Loves screaming and shouting at people. Is basically a sadist. Addicted to coffee and chocolate still. Unfortunatly has affective stability. Thinks felines are beautiful creatures. Listens to all types of music genres but the majority is some form of rock. Has a wide range of humor but is amused by the worst black humor you could find. Sarcasm is second nature. Likes puzzles and riddles.

22ND AUGUST 2008;
I've had a change of heart.
Art now, to me, isn't really all that important. At one time, it was a way of expressing myself. Now, I have otherways of expressing myself. So Art hasn't become my number 1 concern in life anymore. Sure, i'll do it for fun and do requests from my friends but thats it.
I don't see myself going art school.
I don't see myself having a career in it without computers.
And I don't see me enjoying it in the future.
It's hard.
People are biased [fuckers].
You're going to be let down.

And also, a person keeps stealing my ideas.
This person has been copying me for a while and frankly, i'm fucked off by this.
Everything which made me unique is now... not.
So fuck that.

Sorry for this melancholy blog but you know i'm right.
Atleast, half right.

Goodbye, Deviantart.