Ok, so, I swear to god, life keeps fucking with me. I'm going to lose the home I have now in about 2 months. It's not because I can't pay rent, I pay a lot and I still do everything I can to help out here when people are hungry. If you want the personal details, ask me, but it's not good for me to say it here.

I've got welfare coming in, but at the rate I pay rent, I don't know how the hell I'll be able to save up to even afford a place in such little time. I'm not begging for money. My SO has said they're going to try getting a job as soon as possible, to help me out. If shit gets too bad, I'll be living in the state of Georgia for a few months with my babe and their family until life can balance itself out a bit better.

So, life's going to be hectic. But I've gotten through worse, and with my love by my side helping me carry myself, I know I'll be ok. It's just pretty intimidating for the time being.

Y'know, between here and Tumblr, I'm really fuckin' terrible at sticking around when I say I'm coming back. I just haven't had time. There's no "I'm to stressed." or "Money's been an issue", which it has, but I'm in a better situation than I was.

I told myself that this relationship wouldn't stop me from doing art, and while I've been finding a lot less time and my sleeping pattern is absolutely fucked, there's another reason I just haven't been around here or Skype or really, anywhere.

First of all, don't let anyone tell you that if you're depressed, love is or isn't going to fix it. It helps, don't get me wrong, but it doesn't take the pain away completely. But it's wrong to say that the feeling of worth you get from it doesn't help. Before we got together, I almost considered letting them kick me out, so I wouldn't be a burden any longer. We got together around the time I was working towards getting my paperwork done, and it wasn't completely me who got it done. I'm fucking terrible at doing shit for myself. I did it so we could be together, so I wouldn't lose the person I love. So they wouldn't stay up at night fearing for me.

But in that time, I started caring less and less for art. I've gone on record for criticizing a friend for deleting his stuff from time to time because he doesn't see himself going anywhere. And honestly... I've been feeling the same way. It's disheartening to spend an entire night working on something, only to have it get you nowhere. I'm not kidding, I can spend upwards of 10 hours on some things, but I'm never happy with it because the way I do things, makes it look like shit. Hand draw, then take a picture, then do the whole damn thing over again.

That's why I've been gone. Because I don't see any value in my own art anymore. I thought my S.O. took away a lot of my hatred and made it disappear. While that's partially true, there's also the self hatred that moved onto my own art.

I've been so demotivated to do anything lately.

I'm sorry for the lack of anything. I'm sorry for the disappearances. I just... I dunno... Don't value my own work anymore. Art has begun to feel like a chore again. Like all it does is grind down on me, as if it's an obligation to you guys. I value you guys. I value you guys more than I feel my shitty art is worth.

I'm a terrible artist, aren't I? Maybe I was right after Claudia left. Maybe I'm really just not cut out for this and I should give up.

I learned to value myself in one way, but it made me undervalue myself in others. So, what should I do?

Lately it's been hard to spend time with people. Like, harder than usual for me. My life's been pretty much revolving around my relationship and Monster Hunter.

Last night I posted a ref sheet of Paige, finally getting done what I wanted for a long time. Just waiting on an artist I commissioned and would like to commission again about a picture of Paige.

I'm sorry for not being around here. I haven't been on this site pretty much at all for a while, not even looking at pictures people upload. I've got like, 900+ to go through.

It's mostly Monster Hunter taking time from my art. Hopefully I can get my ass into work-mode again and actually draw something MH related.

So yeah, I'm not dead.

So, yesterday, I went and got medical welfare leave. It took me a week to do, which I've been told is really quick, all things considered. I haven't had a lot of time to be around, and something else has eaten up my spare time. Not that I'm complaining about this something else. I'm not going to say what it is, as there's still people I haven't told and I don't feel it's the time to tell them. But I'm sure, based on my last picture, you guys can figure it out. Hell, it's spelled out somewhere on my page here.

Look guys, I don't know how to say this. Last night my grandparents, whom I haven't seen in like, 5 years, picked me up and took me to the doctor's office. He wanted to discuss my results from earlier this year. I have to make an appointment for a specialist.

Yeah, the Great Cancer Scare of 2016 isn't over. Ha. Ha. Ha.

My mother was there and she found out before I did. She just left and didn't even look at me. I had dinner with all three of my living grandparents and it made me feel like I had something I haven't had for years. A family. We ate, had icecream and I felt happy despite hearing the things I heard an hour earlier.

So, yeah. That's where my life's been.

I need to pay the family I'm with by this Friday (July 8th)

I've been struggling all year and I've been fighting with employment insurance, but I've gotten nowhere.

If you can donate, please click this: https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&hosted_button_id=ZAZYW2TYPD9HY

I'm also selling 5 dollar (Canadian dollar) sketch commissions. Please, I need your help. If you don't have money, please spread this. I'm going to be homeless if I can't get anything!

I'm a bit of a nervous wreck right now. A lot of things have come up that have made it hard for me to focus on art or anything else. I've been finding... Ways of taking the edge off, but I'm still finding a lot of things impossible. It's starting to effect my dreams again.

Man, I want to sound upbeat and shit, it's just a bit hard for me right now, with everything going on. I shouldn't bother you guys with the details.

I'm going to put a lot more effort into trying to draw anything to upload.

So today I found out that the Employment insurance thing didn't work out. I got a call, and while I have been approved, my number of hours isn't enough for a first time applicant. However, they're changing the rules at the end of this month, so I have to wait a week to try again. I didn't mention it before because well, superstition.

When I was little, my first nickname was "Jinx". I was the kid who, if I said anything promising, the exact opposite would happen. To the point where others would ignore me and treat me like garbage because what kid wants to make friends with a walking curse? It's been so deeply ingrained in who I am I don't like making promises and I often keep news from people out of fear of screwing myself. It's irrational, I know.

It wasn't the news I wanted to hear, especially since the last time I talked to the guy handling my case, he said it would work and I'd have money by tomorrow. This whole thing's been a disaster and this year in general feels as if it's sentient and wants nothing else but to break me down.

It's been hard and I've had to go without food for 4-5 days at a time. Right now I'm living off canned soup. I'm not really in a good mental state, as you can tell.

I got back and saw a comment from someone I didn't recognize, it was a link that I clicked over to, a picture of Snow was there. A gift from  crazypsycho2595. I just wanted to say that, holy shit dude, you just made my day. Hell, it was one of the few times I've smiled all month. Thank you so much, seriously. I'm tearing up. Thank you so, so much.

My friend  freelapse is doing commissions again and I wanted to give you guys a head's up. She's really talented and I highly recommend her art. Check her out!

This has been coming for a little while now. Over a week ago I announced that I was taking a mental health break. Since then, my situation has become even more dire and I've had my moments that I'm not proud of. To put as vaguely as I can, I'm struggling to get Employment Insurance. I've brought it up before in journals, but there is currently something standing in my way. See, most people get this sorted out in a day, get financial aid within a week. I'm not so lucky, and I am fighting against something I have very little control in. It's left me frustrated, I go without food for 4-5 days at a time and the clock is ticking. I am not in the mental headspace to deal with a lot of things and I'm finding the act of surviving difficult.

However, it has come very obvious from my actions and words towards numerous people I consider friends, that I am pushing myself far too hard. 4 years ago I broke myself completely, both mentally and physically for someone I loved. It has left me with a trauma induced stress disorder. I tend to push myself too far and in the end, I suffer for it.

It is time that, with great reluctance, I make a decision. I'm playing a game much bigger than myself, but at the same time, I need to understand that I'm only human, and humans evolved to be able to tackle different obstacles. We are not a species that is good at bashing our heads against the wall. There's a reason we find repetitive tasks boring.

I want to make one thing very clear. I appreciate all of you. I've met people here that have treated me with kindness I haven't known in a long time. I'm glad all of you have stuck with me through this horrible year of mine. I have made the decision to not let 2016 push me around anymore. Today's events have only rekindled an old flame inside me. One many might see as bad, but I'm welcoming it with open arms. The anger to keep myself going. I grew up having every dream crushed, but it only fed my desire to keep moving forward, because I refused to give up.

I'm returning to FA. Although not fully. I'm not letting my emotions get to my head. I still have far, far more important things than art right now, however, in my free time, I will be drawing again. I live with survivor's guilt, and it's time I damn well act like a survivor. I've pushed through my life until now and I can and will continue to do so. I'm angry and fed up. But in a good way.

I've taken a couple days mostly away from the internet, yesterday wasn't hugely by choice, since the net was down for roughly 30 hours. That's beside the point.

I'm still not going to divulge what's been making me depressed. That's a pretty personal thing that I haven't even discussed with friends. I will say that it has a lot to do with how I view myself, and how clear it's become that others see me in ways I don't find flattering. I've mentioned my surgery and medication troubles before. It's life changing, and honestly... Starting that medication and beginning the road to a better body would balance out all the shit I've been through this year.

Look, guys. I've done things to make myself feel like I'm more than just, well, me. I took something someone said to heart. It was an awful, mean-spirited thing she said and I let it get to me. I took it as a personal challenge when really, I'm not mentally stable enough to. She took my raw feelings and smashed them into the ground because that's what she does. She takes pleasure out of rubbing my face in things when I'm wrong, she likes making me feel like shit. I don't even know why, but I'm always her punching bag.

I've tried pretending to take the whole thing with Anna well. I haven't. I know this summer is going to be brutally hard on me because I'll just be surrounded by failed promises to someone I loved far more than I loved myself. I wanted to give her the world and I kissed the ground she walked on. To quote a Steven Universe episode: "Did Rose make you feel like you were nothing?" "She made me feel... Like I was everything."

I've known for years that my "strength" is my weakness. I'm the kind of girl who'd do anything for the one she loves even if it means I tear myself apart. I bleed for the ones I love. I hate when people say I'm strong because I only see it as a lie. It's not a matter of trying to cheer me up. People telling me I'm strong hurts me. It makes me angry at myself because I know I can't live up to what everyone thinks I am. I'm not strong. I'm just a scared girl trying her best to get by.

I took what this person said and turned it into self hate. She took a doubt of mine and ran with it, and I let her do it. When someone tells you that nobody will ever love you because of your weakness, it hurts even more when every day you look in the mirror and see a person looking back who isn't you. The person looking back is a monster, a freak. You start thinking that even though those words were meant to dig into you, meant to do nothing more than hurt you, that they were right.

I'm not who people say I am. I can't ever live up to that. Maybe... Maybe that's why Anna left. Because no matter what I did or said, no matter how much blood, sweat and tears I spilled in her name, I just wasn't ever good enough. My depression and weaknesses is why she left, and hearing time and time again by people I trust that it's why I'm alone... Well, that obviously doesn't help.

I'm a disposable being in my own life.

I guess it's obvious that I'm struggling right now. I haven't let anyone know how hard it's truly been on me lately. That's just how I was raised. Take every bit of pain and keep it to myself. I've had people try to change that in me for years, but it isn't. I just wish they'd accept that. I talked to Nate today and said that I don't want to die surrounded by the ones I love, because it's selfish. I want to die alone so other people don't have to suffer.

So, that said, I'm not going to talk about everything I've been going through. It's just going to make me feel weak and whiny. There's nothing I hate more about myself than how pathetic I am. Someone strong wouldn't be going through what I am. She wouldn't have a disorder that makes her feel more dead than alive.

I've been finding time around people a lot harder. I get angry and frustrated at the drop of a hat. I get it, I have a real stress disorder. A real thing I've been diagnosed with, a real thing that is never, ever going to go away. It's asking someone with the equivalent of PTSD to "just forget" or "Just let yourself feel.". I can't. It's impossible for me. I can't change that and I hate it so much.

I've been turning to a lot of things that make me feel horrible about myself afterwards, but in the moment, it makes me feel like I'm wanted.

It's time I acknowledge that I'm broken, and that's what I'm doing right now. I can't change the past. I can't bring the dead back to life. I can't re-gain everything I've lost. I'm only human, and that frustrates me. I'd give my life just to see my mistakes be unwritten.

I'm taking a break because I don't know what else to do. I'm suicidal again, and I find myself up late into the night wondering why I don't just do it. I'm only strong enough to keep breathing right now. Every other function, being able to be social, being able to keep this charade of "being ok", I just can't fucking do anymore. I don't know when I'll be back, but I'm not going to disappear again. I'll try getting to comments and messages soon, but this is all for my sake. I'm doing this so I don't break any further. Survivor's Guilt is just too much to bear.

I leave you with a song I've been obsessed with for the past couple days: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9S8smnDeG8

I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm not strong enough.

-Snow

I played D&D for the first time last night and it was pretty fun. Our party at the moment is:

April the weeb bard: Using the carameldansen dance to distract a bandit. She's also socially awkward for a character with high charisma, often failing bluffs and diplomacy.

Caliban the moron wizard: Can't even tell what a rat is, when trying to see if he can learn about April's rat. He only seems to know geography. Managed to get a small village angry at us.

Rhys the asshole Magus: Pissing off everyone we meet, even insulting a prince to his face and getting us kicked out of an inn.

Hadevir the Paladin with an identity crisis: Failed a roll to see if he even knew what a paladin is. Got left behind on his patrol because of this.

Tirnel the ordinary druid: She has yet to do anything to make her character a complete clown. Something will come eventually.

So, I was thinking about putting my Skype info in the list of ways to contact me. I was against the thought earlier considering creepers exist and I've run into a few online as of late. But on the other hand, I know a lot of you guys that I'd like to be able to contact more reliably, as well as just wanting to make some friends.

I've been a bit more open to the idea since I've been a lot more open with RP stuff (Y'all are free to hit me up).

What would you guys prefer? Does anyone want to get to know me better through Skype? Or would you guys just like to do notes and such?

 dragonzrkool  skylarbird skylarbird  ashushi  lealong  freelapse  crazypsycho2595  windrider226

All people who've been really nice to me and deserve more watchers than they have currently. As you guys know, I've been having a very difficult year and this is a list of people who've supported me in one way or another. For further notice, all of them are also tagged in my description as well.

Hope y'all check them out and give them the kinds of nice words and support they deserve! Maybe friends will be made.

-Snow

For a gay chick, I get a lot of attention from guys but never girls. Three guy friends in the past year said they've had feelings for me but here I am upset that Anna ended it with me.

It's not even the "My dick will make you straight" kind of crap I've come across a lot. Trust me, when guys act like their trouser snake is enough to change your sexuality, it's not for your interest, it's because they're awful people. They wouldn't like it if a gay man came up and said to them that he could make them gay.

Not in your dreams, boys.

I'm honestly pretty bothered by it, all jokes aside. Like, it took me my entire life to figure out who I am, and people are telling me it's wrong because of the medication I'll take, or that their penis is secretly the cure for the gays.

I'm... KInda worried I'll sign up for a dating site somewhere down the road and all I'll get is hordes of men thinking that they and only they, have a chance at my body. Girls would just ignore me.

All that said, I get it. Relationships aren't the end all, be all. That's why I'm not looking for something right now. I'm not in a mental or financial state for it. I'm just talking about when I get back into the dating scene and I'm actively looking again. Even people not interested at the moment can still feel "the singles" take hold of them. The medication I'm going to take is just going to make that all so much more difficult.

And don't get me started on the things I've done lately that I'm really not proud of.

Ugh. I need someone to talk to who won't try to convince me that my sexuality is a joke.

I've mostly recovered, although I'm still struggling with a couple things. Luckily, over the next few days food and such won't be as big an issue, as my friend is coming back on Tuesday. He plans on staying back here longer, which would be great!

I do have to admit though, I'm not really in a mental state where talking to people is easy. I sit in Discord calls but have to constantly apologize for being quiet. I've been disassociating really badly for the past 4 days now, making a lot of simple tasks infinitely more difficult. I can't really describe the feeling in words that well, but it's basically that I don't completely feel "here". Like watching a movie and being aware of the sounds and movements, but being detached just enough that it doesn't feel quite real. I don't feel like I'm in total control of my body, like what I tell it to do is mere suggestions it decides to follow, if that makes sense. It's honestly a pretty torturous position to be in for extended periods of time.

I wanted to stream as soon as I got the energy but... Well, last night I was woken up at 3 am by someone coming down here, turning on the lights and taking the TV upstairs. Hell if I know why.

The only thing I've been able to concentrate on has been the upcoming Pathfinder game fun by a friend of mine and played by other friends and myself. I'm so excited for it, I've wanted to try this for YEARS but never had the chance. I made my Catfolk bard and everything already and I can't wait to play.

Y'know, I'm going to bring up a semi-intelligent discussion here.

So y'all know I'm a lesbian, that's common knowledge if you've known me for even 5 minutes. But I have this weird fascination with "bara culture". Quite frankly, I find it fucking hilarious. A friend of mine brought up that because I'm gay, and not turned on by the male figure, especially not ones with cartoonish muscles, it makes it an ironic love.

Ok, I'm going to put this out there. I'm a gigantic Jojo nerd. I've loved it for over a year now. I watch each episode religiously. The men in that show/manga are... Not thin or short. They're big, muscle-bound men and the whole series is extremely homoerotic in ways. Hell, I ship Joseph and Caesar (RIP Caesar, you magnificent bubble man).

I like to show my friends bara art I find, mainly for their reactions. It's funny when I hear "What the fuck, Quinn?!". It's almost shock humor at this point. But I've taken what my friend said into consideration. I can totally see where he's coming from. I don't find the male body attractive in the slightest, and to see it blown out of proportion (pun intended), drives it down the road of being so bizarre that it becomes funny. It's beyond realistic.

So I guess what I'm trying to say is, sometimes things that aren't the typical idea of "funny" become that. I mean, think of Yaoi hands. Nobody's got hands the size of their torso, and a lot of people laugh at it. I'm sorry if you actually like the bara scene and this makes you think I'm making fun of you. I'm totally not. Remember, I'm someone who purposely sits herself down and watches bad movies for the hell of it. And not "The room" kind of bad, although I've seen it and it's great (Belly button fucking. I mean, come on). No, I watch shit like I.Frankenstein for laughs. You do you. Enjoy what you like and don't let anyone tell you it's stupid. I'm very much against the "guilty pleasure" ideology because people should embrace the stupid shit they like.

But man, I can't help but laugh when I see the Sun/Moon starters pulling Jojo poses. Comedic gold.

So I risked a lot and went to McDonalds last night, and my purchase was rejected. I clearly have enough, but I can't even transfer that money to my savings account, leading me to believe that the bank is lying to me. I'm in no shape to be outside. I nearly blacked out twice on my way to, and back. It got so bad at one point that I couldn't see if the crosswalk wanted me to walk or wait. I went into some of our last reserves and took some beef broth, it didn't all stay down.

I know I promised art and to stream this week, but even sitting up is hard enough for me at points. I'm really sorry, guys. I can't afford to keep pushing my body like this or eventually something really bad is going to happen. The most I can say is thank god I'm Canadian and if I get the chance to see the doctor it won't ruin me (financially) further.

The past few days have been pretty awful. I fell ill with a stomach bug and today is day 5 without more than water in my system. I even missed my stream last night (It got moved until yesterday because the host, like me, got sick).

But like, I check my bank account, expecting roughly 30 cents or so. I checked it just to see how screwed I was, and to my disbelief, money was sitting there. I'm eating like a goddess tonight.

Well, "like a goddess" means eating McDonalds because hey, I can't afford anything else and my body hates me enough for the lack of food. But I like to think something finally went my way. Oh, sweet, sweet protein, I've waited for you so.

My Gofundme is still up, here: gofund.me/262ykm6c

But there's more good news, my best friend, who I'm living with, is coming back in 6 days for a couple days. I won't be spending as much time alone!

Also, I'd like to apologize for the lack of streams. I've had a very bad sleeping pattern and, due to the sickness and lack of food, I've been sleeping on and off, for roughly 16 hours a day at some points.

Now, if I stream over the coming days, which of the following games would you guys like to see? I'm kinda limited, but I've got a few.

Bloodborne (I'm terrible at it, but I have fun with it)
Infamous: Second Son
GTA 5 (Can't do online, sadly, as PSN hasn't been paid and I can't afford to. My character is really cute and I'd love to show her eventually)
Dragonball: Xenoverse
Dragon Age: Inquisition
Last of Us (I also have the DLC, both that and the main game came with my PS4)

Please keep in mind that I cannot talk, as the chord for my headset to connect to the PS4 controller is missing.

I want to tell my story somewhere. Like, about the things I've gone through this year and my experiences with being LGBT. I never really said it before because I was kinda lucky most of the time. The important people in my life accepted it, I wasn't homeless over it, it was just a part of my life that I didn't have to focus on or be upset about.

I guess I had one old friend who's extremely right-wing and judged me for it, but I stopped talking to him a long time ago. The whole thing with my mother has left me in a weird mental state. This isn't the first time in my life that I've lost everything, but it's been especially hard because well, my mom always told my sister and I that she'd always love us even if we turned out gay. I truly respected her as a kid and she single-handedly raised us for a chunk of my childhood.

I've... Gotten to a point where I'm upset with who/what I am. Like, if only I had been "normal", Anna wouldn't have left, my mother wouldn't have kicked me out. I would've still had something. I've grown to know the despair of hating what I am.

I dunno guys. I'm sorry for getting so personal all the time. I've lost two watchers, probably because I'm going through a hard time and I'm reaching out to you for support. I try not to let my watcher count get to me. I've got a friend who deletes his accounts on places because he doesn't see himself as popular enough, and I don't want to think like that. I want to be optimistic and know that with due time, my art will improve and I'll be able to do commissions like I want to.

So thanks for putting up with me, for those who've stuck around and will continue to offer me support. Two people who really deserve huge shout-outs from me are  lealong and  freelapse.

As for telling my story like I mentioned before, I'm going to find a way. Maybe I can find some support for the grief I've gone through this year.

Sorry I didn't stream a couple days ago. I've been sleeping a lot and applying for jobs. I haven't even eaten for two days. It'll be my third if I keep this up lol.

I'm going to try applying for a couple jobs today, do some art and if it's not too close to Stream time (I watch Radio Dead Air, I recommend it) I'll do a stream for you guys. I'm thinking Infamous: Second Son. I even made some streaming cards for when I announce streams!

Man, I'd kill just to eat any sort of meat...

I'm the sort of person who likes being brutally honest. I've gotten into fights with friends, spanning months because I told them something they just don't want to hear. I'm not blaming them for it, when I snap out of my DPD and start feeling again, I can see why my words hurt people.

Saying that, I'm going to be brutally honest here too. I'm still suffering from depression, but in a way that I explode into fits of anger and sadness. I have nobody that I feel I can let that out to. I never let it out to psychiatrists, I never let it out to my parents or friends. I bottle things up because... I'm afraid to show my emotions to people. I grew up being told that my anger "runs in the family" and something I should be ashamed of. My growing depression was met with "Well, just take more/stronger medication". Love? If I so much as showed any sort of attraction towards anyone, I'd get mocked by my family endlessly.

I exploded on Tumblr today. I just let out a lot that's been on my mind. It's not like anyone there cares, but I still felt guilt over my anger. I don't know how I'm going to get through this year. The best I can hope for is having a job and enough money to keep myself fed.

I'm the kind of person who only sees value in herself when others see value in her. When I'm nothing to the ones I care for, I'm nothing in my own eyes. This year has been an exercise in pushing that to the extreme. I lost someone I loved and worked 3 years of my ass off for. I lost my family. I lost everything.

"I was never a hero. I was never strong. I'm just a scared little girl."

I know at least one of you has depression too. It's likely that a lot of you do. It's a disease that feeds off of your sadness, anger and fear and breeds. It's an oil that soaks into your bones so deep that you fear your skeleton is as black as you feel your heart is. I've given up on being fixed. I gave up a long time ago. Its blended so deep that it's part of who I am now.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, I know I'm not alone. It sure as hell feels like it, but I know I'm not. I've considered killing myself soon. To escape the hunger, the sadness and utter fear for the months to come. I'm sorry if I'm not as active here for a little bit. I'm struggling just to wake up every day.

Please don't see this as me saying I don't value you guys. I really do and I wish more of you would talk to me. I'm just... In need of some time to figure out what I'm doing. I might stream tonight, without voice, so I can share with people a game I really love. But as for talking in notes and such, I'm extremely sorry if it takes a couple days to get back to anyone.

-Snow

I didn't get the job, but maybe that's for the best. The city is under martial law and I wouldn't be able to go anywhere without an ID.

I'm seeing about how to open some other way for donations. I've only got 5 dollars to my name to last me a few months.

I've decided that when I'm not looking for work (usually in the evenings) I'll try streaming on occasion. My laptop can't really handle it, but my PS4 can. I don't have a lot of games, but I'd probably do things like Infamous: Second Son, Dragon Ball Xenoverse and such. Sadly I won't be able to talk as the part of my headset that connects to my PS4 is either in some random box or is just gone like a few of my things.

I just wanted to thank you guys for sticking with me while I've tried to sort things out. This really is the worst year of my life ^^;

So, more downtime. Let's hope its the last bit for a while. I have to deal with changing my emails and passwords on a lot of things. I highly recommend you guys do too, as emails and passwords have been compromised. Lovely bit of stress I'm sure we all needed *chokes on sarcasm*.

I've been trying to make an effort of drawing in my spare time instead of worrying about things. Looks like I won't be getting the Fort Mac job, even if I do, I won't be leaving or returning the same time as my friend.

I've been thinking really heavily about my last journal, and I'm serious about eventually making commissions a part of my income. I need to get better at art and if my stress levels go down, I'll hold a raffle for you guys.

Oh, and I made various other sites y'all can reach me at in the event this crap happens again: (In order of use)

I have a Skype, but as always, I leave it only to those I know well enough and who send me a note asking for it.
https://twitter.com/_Snowbbi_
https://beta.furrynetwork.com/snowbbi/
https://www.tumblr.com/blog/snowbi-art (heavy work in progress)

I hope I can see you guys there too.

Thanks for reading~

-Snow