Going through your old journal entries on this site is, in an odd way, very therapeutic. It's also a great way to get a good laugh, and another to see just how much deviantART has changed through the years. The earliest journal entry I can get to is some time in 2008, yet I know from it's content that it can't possibly be the first one I uploaded since it has to do with some of my friends on here. I go to make a journal entry just now and am flabbergasted at all the options I see above me. Sta.shWriter? I have yet to figure out what Sta.sh even is, and now there's a Sta.shWriter?
It's amusing to go from current day to years ago and see how I had my "!!1!" phase, my "LOL RANDOM" phase, and so on. It's almost a shame it doesn't go far back enough to document my weaboo-esque stage, although my username is a big enough hint towards that.
In a way it's saddening, though. Going through the past and seeing what great friendships I used to have on here. God, I remember loving this site so much! This great group of friends... and while I still talk to all of them we barely communicate on a level like we used to, and I think that's the saddest part. To me, deviantART was never a place where I got to become some great artist or author that matured through expert criticism. deviantART was my first home away from home on the internet, I loved so many people on here more than I ever did some of the people in my real life, and if those people read this they'll know exactly who I'm talking to. For a large part of my middle school years deviantART was the only life that mattered to me, they were important to me.
But now... I guess we're all kind of like Andy, aren't we? It's the ending of Toy Story 3 and some of us just have to give Woody over to the younger child, the one that needs them more. I let dA go years back, but all the memories and the old friendships? Those will stay with me forever. So if any of those friends I barely talk to anymore read this I just want to thank you. You made my life awesome, and helped shape me into who I am today. I hope you remember me just as fondly.