So I was about to start work on reality check again, I go looking for the file and it is not there. All that is, is a corrupted JPEG with the name of the psd file, and another psd file which was a cropped edit of something else I drew on the same psd file... The crop means I've lost 70% of the comic as I was a damn fool and worked on it on the same file, stupidly something I usually do, bad habits die hard. So yeah it is fucked, I can salvage it but I'm rather upset right now as I kinda broke a thing in dumb rage about the file just having gone, there was quite a bit of work I'd put into something and to have it all gone for seemingly no reason that is likely somehow my fault... I lost my temper. A thing got broke. My god damned Frederick that was a gift from my dad... Which is doubly bad as he's dead and so what little sentimental value that I do place over objects has just hit me with a massive pang of 'your a cunt for losing your temper' and now as per usual I've gone back to the full state of feeling nothing at all because I should really get diagnosed with some mild form of bipolar because that's all I got. Bland nothing or extremes of happy, sad or angry whenever I should be blessed enough that mind permits me to have such vivid emotions.... Did I mention I was pissed off? So now that it is in this state it is going to take a lot of sighing before I can face redoing a comic I got half way through completing. Like a lot of sighing, like you'd think my soul was trying to escape amount of sighing. I realise that I have contradicted myself saying I'm pissed off then saying I feel nothing... Well I feel nothing but I know what it is supposed to sound like when you want to sound pissed off which is why the wall of text. Either way fuck my sorry insignificant spec of a life... Reality check part 4 WILL happen eventually! Just going to need to spend some time hating myself first.