Right, the thin pathetic veil of hope i had, the one that kept me alive, has just been ripped away from me, burnt in front of my eyes and poked into the knife wound in my back. Shockingly commisions and art trades will be put back further, i can't really face doing anything, and i HAVE to go to fucking work, when all i wanna do is succeed where i failed so many times before. I just want to die, it would be so easy, and all i'd have to show for it would be being stuck in a different limbo from this one. Wherever i go i'll be being fucked over, abused and used, left for the vultures and spat on.