I have an odd relationship with DeviantArt.
Sometimes, DA is just a blank canvas that I see people filling with art, sad, happy, inspirational, depressing, all at once.
Other times, its a place to interact with the amazing people I'll probably never have the pleasure of meeting.
Some days, its a place to pour my heart out, like the diary I never bothered to start, and have a weird hope that one of those amazing people will read it, and make tell me I'm not alone, to understand me.
And on a day like this, it's like a living thing, it's all these things and something else. Something more.
I've changed so much since I last came on here, and