as i said in the title, I am not dead... i am just moving in with my mate, and its a long and hard process... I had it with my father, was done with the fights... and happily my mate and his family accepted me in to their home. I have a lot of things and have them stored in a small room until i can finish repairing the spare room. i will not go into all the details of the condition of the room, but i will say that I just need to patch some holes, build a door for a discovered empty space thats never been used, and then paint it so i can add a carpet to finish it.

I have no problems fixing rooms, iv'e been doing it my whole life when i lived with my father... and to be honest... I enjoy doing the work here on this house because i don't have my father breathing down my neck over the slightest issue and telling me that i am worthless or pointing out the slightest of errors.

things are looking up. now all i need to do to complete my climb out of my depression is to have a stable job.

it is obvious my art no longer sells and is not up to peoples/furries interests... so I am fully motioning myself to either work as a tech repair for phones/tablets/pc's or selling things/parts on ebay or just beg to be employed like i always have...... uugh surviving is not easy in this world as it used to be...