October 10, 2021... I posted the last (and in my opinion very unsuccessful) art. And... nothing.

Hello, dear friends. Did you think that I died? Or drunk? Or did you not think at all? In any case... the prodigal son is back.

It was a long enough story of my growing anxiety, derealization and depression that knocked me down and I didn’t want to get up. Really, I was ashamed to even go to the site, because lol I couldn’t draw anything ... The pen fell into my fingers, and after about five minutes I started crying because I couldn’t do anything ...

A lot has happened. I didn’t draw so much - mostly sketches for friends, there are no full-fledged works, because it didn’t work out. I wanted to end my existence.
But now I feel a little better. I still consider myself a worthless whriter and artist, but I don't get panic attacks every time I sit down to draw on the computer. Remission, boys!

Is it loud, but I'm coming back. At least I will draw sketches and try to find new friends. Do you know that I am already seventeen years old? And I'm still the same silly dog!