About the Art:
After I typed that huge long life-story below, I decided to put this up above since it's actually more relevant about the art. Very rarely do I ever do detailed art or more realistic art like this.

It only happens when I am extremely sad or depressed or in a rare moment of complete inspiration. (Here's a hint, it's all three). For the first two, you'd have to read the huge long block of text underneath this, as for the inspiration, it came from the very song lyrics I have in the piece.

"What Hurts the Most" - Rascal Flatts
Art and Character by  thatonemuttfox

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Something personal I had to let out these past couple of days.

It has been a very tough month for this mox, with work cutting into the time I want to put in for my art (My bosses hardly let me go on break because I get called onto the floor when they don't feel like doing Pedis), dealing with my bosses' constant racial comments (that they make in Vietnamese about other customers) and ABHORRING business practices. (I may make a journal for this so you guys are in the know of what I am dealing with now and why that's affecting my art).

I am working from 9:30AM (Well technically I get there at 9AM and most often, my bosses don't show up till 10:30AM and they have the keys. Already bad business right there) till 7:30PM (Most often, I do not eat or drink at all during the entire day because I get called onto the floor a lot. My bosses also take time off to eat at a restaurant and have me watch the Salon while they go do so.) And I get home around 8:30, leaving a small time window frame for me to have a 10 minute dinner and then immediately working on commissions (I have mostly been sketching and lining, lining takes me at least 45min - 1hr 30min to do depending). I am coloring as I go, but it's only in short bursts till I have to sketch and line others again so I can get them in as timely as possible and have them submitted at once (Since now we have to wait 60secs per submission)

So with all of that, you have a very tired Mox. Earlier this month, one of my front tires were dangerously close to blowing out (this is before I got my job, The tires were both completely bald in the middle with no tread and my driver side tire had a gash on the side from being dry-rotted.) and I was putting it off because I needed to save money for something that was extremely important to me then. (Well.. I guess it's not needed to be done now..) and friends of mine saw my tire and stopped me from going home that night from their house. (One of which is a mechanic and works at an Auto-shop) They generously paid for my tires to be replaced the next day with an almost $400 bill, something I am going to pay back once I am stable enough with this job.

So now you have a tired and worried mox. Unfortunately, another event did happen in my life that has left me in shambles. As some of you have already noticed from my profile, both Bulletshot and I have decided to part ways, for better or for worse, time can only tell. Some of you have told me it was inevitable, the split, but still I kept on believing until a couple days ago when it happened. I am very much heartbroken and torn. I did count my chickens before they hatched, a habit that has led me to many disappointments and being naive . I am not saying that Bulletshot does not feel the same, he does but he says he is in no condition for a relationship for personal events that has happened in his life that I am well aware of.

Will we get back together? Aren't you two just being hasty? Some of you have asked or are wondering about this question. To be completely 100% truthful, I do not know if I can have another relationship, or rather handle one. I guess a good metaphor I read on a site is "A relationship is like the best cookie you've ever had. You'll keep dipping your hands in a hundred empty jars until you get that cookie, eat it, savor it, and then be sad that it's gone in just a few moments. Then you'd be willing to go through all that trouble again for just another bite". So maybe I will go for another bite at that cookie, but right now, I'm still only at the first Jar.

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TLDR::
I hate my Job and I hate my life. Single. The End.