Here is a tip, go castrate yourself please. I am finished with you people. From now on, if I suspect you are one of these, you get blocked from my page AND reported to deviantART. Now have a nice day and go fuck yourselves.








What's all that about? I'll tell you. In 2007, I had a pic ripped of dA and put on a pedophile site for old asses to jack off too. Comments left under my pic were horrifyingly disgusting. One going as far as to say he wanted to see what I'd look like as he strangled me to death. Yeah, that's something every 16 year old kid needs to hear... I nearly threw up. Thankfully that site was shut down after a lot of my friends on dA complained. I love them all for that.

Later in the year, I had a stalker, who I spoke to ONE time in a chatroom, that ended up creating a chatroom just for me and him. He had the room's title and topic lined with my pics, he left me disturbing messages, and would follow me around on dAmn. He was reported and blocked from my page.

Then throughout the year I've had people, whom I've never communicated with in any way shape or form, add me to their watchlists. So, when I go and look at their pages to try and learn something about them, I see that their galleries and favs are filled with dicks, tits, asses and whatever else sort of shit you can think of. And of course, they RARELY ever have any information about themselves anywhere on their main pages. no name, age, self pics, location... nothing.

So a kid in my position is left to think what? I'll tell you what, very bad thoughts is what. I'm tired of it, and I'm not taking it anymore. I have never, nor will I ever post anything past a PG rating of me... ever. So if you are watching me in hopes I will, you are going to be greatly disappointed. This is why I don't have many pics of me posted as it is. Besides, this isn't MySpace, and NO, I do not have a MySpace account either. Nor Facebook, VampireFreaks, or any of the others out there. My god, as much trouble as I've had on dA, there's no way in hell I'd join the others. Fuck that.

From now on, or at least till I feel "safe" about it, that disclaimer at the top of this journal is staying put. I don't want it there, but dammit, I'm not being left with much choice. Anyway, that's all I'm saying about it and will end this journal now.

Bye guys!