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Jellybean-Ninja
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December 15
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Put on your war paint.
Art Zone
Personal Zone
Misc. Zone
This is the place where you can personalize your profile!
But, how?
By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
You can drag and drop to rearrange.
You can edit widgets to customize them.
The bottom has widgets you can add!
Some widgets you can only access when you get a premium membership.
Some widgets have options that are only available when you get a premium membership.
We've split the page into zones!
Certain widgets can only be added to certain zones.
"Why," you ask? Because we want profile pages to have freedom of customization, but also to have some consistency. This way, when anyone visits a deviant, they know they can always find the art in the top left, and personal info in the top right.
Don't forget, restraints can bring out the creativity in you!
Now go forth and astound us all with your devious profiles!
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Did I ever tell you about just how terrified I was about letting people in? How frightened I was about having somebody so close to me, How I was afraid of becoming yet another burden on your soul, How I feared to become vulnerable in any phrase of the word, How scared I was about being hurt. Did I ever tell you about how I hated to lose? How I hated to lose those who I cared about, How I hated to lose pieces of myself, How I hated to lose your affection, How I hated to lose all that we had. Did I ever tell you how hard I found it to express my emotions? How I never knew quite what to say when complimented, How I found it hard to formulate my words into replies, How I never understood why I was unable to say the right things, How I feel as though I am unworthy of love. Did I ever tell you that I wish things had happened differently or that we had been different? How I wish I had expressed my emotions more freely as you do, How I wish I didn't worry so much about you, How I wish you hadn't ignored me, How I wish that you didn't hate me so much. Did I ever tell you about how much I miss you? How much I miss the tea you make, How much I miss the places we went together, How much I miss our conversations, How much I miss when we were friends. However, this must just come off as weak and pathetic, am I right? You'll probably laugh or at least feel a slight giddiness. But I don't mind anymore. It's all over and I am just another memory.
Sta.sh
