Someone informed me of the 8,000 pv mark.
That's just craziness! Whyyy?! Silly people.

Translation?? Thank you.


Just a sec, just a sec.  
*ahem*

Okie dokes. So, there seems to be a misconception going on notes and conversations, etc. shared between many that I must be doing poorly or that I need to 'get some happy' judging by my recent submissions and general tone of my work.  Welp, I won't lie and say all is fine and dandy here when I know there's a great deal very much out-of-place, but overall, I'm just fine and I'm sorry to disappoint so many with my not-as-delightful submissions.
But!!   ..but, but, but, but......
I do want everyone to know whyy my work is the way it is lately.  Art is my therapy.  When I've got crud inside, I've got to put it down somewhere and then the rest of my day is bright.  I know happier, more joyous submissions seem to attract more attention and everyone love an optimist, eh??  Well, I'm not going for fans or praise or approval.  I just need a spot to make my statements, voice my yuck, and get back to a better day.  So, you can't use my gallery as an assessment of "how I'm doing".  

I've learned from the beginning, and as has always been the case and pattern through my entire life, putting up the happy, radiant, joyous and hopeful masks and layers of spark and vigor are far too often a facade to keep others at a distance and hold very little substance internally with me.  There's no connection to it no matter how well my words prove otherwise.  I don't want to do such a disservice and injustice to myself and everyone else by being pretty, pleasing, and continually  --  lying.  Yup, that's basically what it is.  So, with that, I want to put an apprehensive dish of reality down to a page, and submit what's felt and then release it and move on with the day.  Which, I also include I'm really not on my computer to work on much either and often leave comments sit to spit very rushed a deviation and then leave..so, I don't have that's same amount of time to put into FakinG cheerful deviations that are so much more "attractive", "appealing", "enjoyable", "preferred".  I'm sorry if I disappoint; but I never came to please.  

...and I promise I'm fine enough; my entire life can't be summed up in a deviation.  and, even though there's heavy and serious stuff on my plate, i promise i know how to chew just fine and all will be fine.  
i've been trained for survival.
i think i can handle this.