I'm 31. Born on halloween. I'm broke, and would be homeless if it werent for my twin brother's wife askin me to move in with her. I have no skills, no trade. Hell, what artwork I post is stuff I broke down satisfied with because I didn't want to throw the 1000th paper across the room..

Thing is, I have at least some hope in the fact that I am a survivor. I'll just keep on trying and trying until I find someplace to wedge myself in and grab a toehold, then start clawing my way up as viciously as I possibly can. You've got to believe you're worth it. You've got to believe that you're worth those thousand sheets of paper in the trash can. Look at a reference, copy it, trace it, whatever. I've been drawing most of my life and there are tens of thousands of discarded sheets of paper that I don't think deserve to see the light of day. There's always someone who thinks otherwise, though. so I wonder. It's just that right now, I'm starting to feel lost again.