Yep, you saw it here first ladies and gents. IRL financial pressures are kicking me in the ass, art commissions are maybe pulling in 300USD a year for me (if that..). I've literally been sitting and spinning into an increasingly shitty living environment with a father that is excessively jealous of my creative skills (not pertaining to furry stuff but just art in general). Been experiencing 7 solid years of 0 employment and verbal abuse every day, 3 years of having seizures during my sleep (plus insurance coverage that's dropping me and I have no way to pick myself up onto another form of insurance so I can get my antiseizure meds...). Not feeling like I'm fulfilling anything besides ruining myself and turning out what little art shit I squeeze out. My work ethic is trash and I fucking hate myself. Religious psycho-bable isn't helping either, other family members expecting me to be married and have kids but I dont.
So yea... DIsassociating myself from things I enjoyed as a teenager/ young adult. Realizing im not an artist and that I'm a literal pile of shit that migrant deserve anything. Honestly doubt anybody is going to respond to this journal anyways so I'm just going to slip off into the background and likely not come back.
Bye...