That's a line from "All Dog's Go to Heaven". A mediocre melancholy movie about death and changing your fate through others. I always cried at the end.

You might notice the place is pretty sparse now. Only thing up is this journal entry, a few favorites, and that damn mouse picture. People seemed to like that the best so I'm leaving it up. I'm barring comments though, because I'm not coming back here again.
My other accounts are due to be completely purged by tomorrow. However I've decided this account to be the only one I'll leave an explanation on.

Around 2003 I began this account, and my idealistic journey to become an artist, or at least an admired component of this community. However two things stood in my way, the first being my unbearable shyness, and the other is what really kept me from being anything, my inability to change.

I never really took criticism from those who gave it seriously, and when push came to shove I would accept my imperfections without improvement. My laziness and lack of practice tainted my work and never allowed it to realize its full potential. In short, it seems I never really wanted it bad enough. I just wanted to impress someone.

When that someone was no longer there to impress, that last flaw managed to overcome all my good points to turn me into someone that I most regrettably still am today.

But I'm trying now, and I'm going to stop reaching for things that are a part of my past. These are one of the few places I can wipe the slate a little cleaner, and keep it that way.

Maybe a few months or years from now you'll come across a Half Assed person that look's like a full-fledged character, or a one armed girl that isn't a complete cliche. And I hope that they'll be mine. Because you can come back, as long as you can change.

At least, I hope so.