Sound off, who's still alive? Can't believe it's really been almost a decade since I've been on here. Life has changed a lot. I have changed a lot. I scroll through here and I don't recognize these words that I typed or the person that typed them. Who was this child? What were their hopes, their dreams, their aspirations? Even now, I do not recognize my own form. When I look into the mirror, I see that thing that they call "me." (To be totally honest, I never thought I'd still be alive right now.) I first joined DeviantArt right after I joined Tumblr. (More like a few months after.) I can't remember exactly why, but as you can probably imagine, it had something to do with being in the Creepypasta fandom. My Tumblr started as an AskTheEyelessJack blog, too. Given the fact that my gallery is utterly empty, you can take a guess as to the extent of my artistic talents (or lack thereof.) In true form, my old posts are still on there, way, way back. All my growth, my failures of