Surprisingly.

These past few months have been very very hard for me. I've lost close friends because they thought I wasn't good enough for them or I was toxic or whatever the Hell they say. I've been stressed out, making myself unbelievably sick, losing weight, and unable to go two seconds without crying my eyes out. I turned twenty-one, which I guess is a milestone. I planned to be gone before my birthday. I haven't gotten any commissions so my art muse has dwindled down to nothing and I can't put out a single picture. I just,... I have absolutely nothing.

My friend, Josh, committed suicide, then my cousin died a week later because of a brain injury, and another friend died from the same thing not even a week later. Since I couldn't get commissions my brothers had to go without a Christmas because we spent the last of our money getting our dumb van fixed, three hundred dollars and the fucking thing doesn't even work right.

Everything sucks. Just,... I have no good words to say about the past few weeks.