I feel this vent art is in order since I've already written a journal for today.
These three years have been a big mess for me. First in March 2020 Covid-19 hit, along with the subsequent lockdowns and unnecessary deaths, including stress-related suicides. Then there was George Floyd's death and the senseless lootings, riots, bloodshed, and burning down of Black-owned businesses, then  tato decided not to do anymore copyrighted characters for commission, then  MTH001 passed away before I ever got to even know him. Then came the January 6th riots and the conspiracy theories about them being enabled or even planned by the Capitol police and/or the FBI, then we found out about  malymilo, then  tato was bullied off here and cancelled over some now-deleted pic they posted 15 years ago (which only shows how desperate and pathetic the ones cancelling them were; I hope karma catches up to them soon). I never thought I'd live to see a Tato-less fA and I'm still scarred over this.
And just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, this September I was diagnosed with glioblastoma, a particularly aggressive brain cancer that may well cut my life extra short, unless by some miracle or scientific breakthrough a cure is found that could save millions of lives, starting with my own. Not a day goes by that I don't dread my impending demise, nor hope it may be averted, or at the very least, delayed. Nevertheless, I will try to do what I can to make the most of my time here on Earth, and maybe, just maybe, I will achieve my more important lifelong goals, and leave behind a worthwhile legacy.