Oh deviantart how I have not missed you.
I've developed a kind of constructive artistic self-loathing and you, as unfortunate and transferred as it may be, are the very symbol of it. I intend to continue sporradically updating this with unexciting content, however I also intend to one day make another account and start anew with some real quality art.

Anyway, it's good to see you're doing well.

No pido que todos los días sean de sol
No pido que todos los viernes sean de fiesta
Tampoco te pido que vuelvas rogando perdón
Si lloras con los ojos secos
Y hablando de ella

Ay amor me duele tanto
Me duele tanto
Que te fueras sin decir a donde
Ay amor, fue una tortura perderte

Yo se que no he sido un santo