Sorry I've been so... Absent. It's been a stressful time for me on my end, and the days seem to have blurred together in a very disappointing fashion. Truth be told, I'm beginning to wonder where I'm going and what I plan on doing with my future. I've lost quite a bit of artistic creativity in the past few... Weeks? Months? I dunno. Picked up the tablet the other night and was endlessly frustrated by how I simply couldn't get anything to look right. I've gone everywhere from losing my voice, to losing a good friend, to getting into more family arguments, to nearly losing a pet all in the same... Time span. I've lost track. I normally don't stress. In fact, I'm so mellow and neutral most days, it's very easy to see why my fursona is an undead... But all this is getting to me. I think sending the mares off to be bred is what did this. They're not on my property, and I can feel the distance between me and my big little sister... And it's agonizing.
My house is an excavation site because my aging mother can't seem to settle for a design and my father can't say no to doing all the renovations single-handedly. Everything is in complete and total disarray, and the chaos has my mother breathing down everyone's necks, not to mention continuously spouting political bad-happenings in that god-awful soapbox voice of hers and becoming so much more of a Bible-thumper than I ever imagined I could possibly tolerate. She's started a rather unsettling change over the past three years that's made her not only wickedly controlling, moreso than her usual guilt-tripping, but she's now picked dominion over everyone else's decisions, like they have to be cleared through her first... And before any of you start being friendly and telling me to confront her about this... One doesn't just "confront" Markoh's mother.
Some of you know this job of mine, and what it does to people... More accurately, what it does to the shapeshifter personality. It dulls, corrodes, and eventually completely ruins any good, graceful, mannerly, or otherwise intelligent habits one might develop over the years. My attendence record is flawless, only because they only give you seven chances to take off and it takes a whole fucking year to earn a day back. Just one fucking day. This is the major source of my frustration on this lovely spring night. This attendence policy occurred to me just how unfair it is. The friends I so desperately want to visit won't see me, simply because I absolutely don't have the time to be physically present because of this policy. My year mark is coming up, so I get a week's vacation... And it's being spent in VA during the first week of July. I cannot describe to any of you just how badly I do not want to go, but I do so because of my brother and his daughter, and the insistence of my mother and (to a small degree) my father wanting me to stay close to the family... A reasonable truth, you might say, but when my brother is typically a psychological weapon my mother uses against me to contrast my failures, the visit to the itchy, salty, smelly beachfront city is made even more bitter by the knowledge that I will not only be ignored for the greater part of the visit, but I will be subtly made fun of the whole fucking time... And people wonder why I can't handle being made fun of at all, even in a joking manner. I bet none of you really knew that, did you?
Long story short, I'm slipping back into a lifestyle I thought I'd left behind years ago... And it's honestly depressing me. I don't GET depressed. I'm usually cynical enough and full of dry humour that I can clear the air and keep things chill, but I find myself extremely short on patience and constantly wanting to... Talk. About this. I don't fucking talk about my problems, ever, but here I am, talking all about them. Well... The most recent ones, anyway. Why can I not just deal with it, you ask? Because that's all I've been doing for the past sixteen fucking years, that's why. On top of it all, I have a dog that's been family for years that can no longer get up without assistance, and my mother has been talking about putting her down. She was the guardian of my territory since we first got her. She moved with us when we moved and let me show her the boundary, and she'd keep it. She'd chase hawks, for fuck's sake. And even though she still smiles at me when I come home, pink bloody muzzle and all... She's going to be put down. My right hand, as it were, who not only adopted and defended all the animals I put into her care, but actually managed to kill other predators her size...
I guess it's just years of "dealing with it" coming to a head tonight. But enough about that, on to things that concern you.

I've been writing in Ghost Makers again, and it's coming along nicely, I think. I've currently finished eight more chapters in the past... Unknown time span, but I seem to have hit a typical block in my latest, so I'm going to slug away at that stupid little pokemon fanfic I'd been writing on. After all, I left you watching a tense apology take place the last time you read anything... So I'm going to start on that. Maybe not seem so dead and useless here, at least. I'll see what I can do.

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