I'm starting to lose all sense of purpose which results in art blocks or plain laziness.

All that gives me hope is the thought that I'm at home doing nice drawings for nice people instead of hiding in a toilet in some office too scared to deal with strangers and pick up the phone (yes that happened)
And you know, when you're drawing a happy face, you can't help but stop crying and smile for a moment too.

If I ever take too long to draw please poke me. If I fail at this too, I'm afraid there's nothing else.

Every journal I write is sad, sorry :/
I'll come up with some more cheerful drawings next week