I'm alive! but with little inspiration to draw, my computer died and using my old laptop from a decade ago.. glad still works but i needed my old girl to entretain myself from reality of this world.. yet thats is almost the same as being in reality, just a damn nightmare, as always reading the text below is optional, just my usual "lore/rant" and below that lyrics from a song that inspired me to draw this stuff.

There is no day i don't hear from this forsaken world
News, TV, Radio, Internet.
Always theres something going on.
Wars, murders, politicians, violence.. its all the same.
And don't take me wrong, i'm used to hear all this but.. its boring, tiring, depressing.
I used to hide in my games, my hobbies, my passions but now.. whats the use?.
The places i used to visit are gone and the new ones are filled with nonsense.
I go outside and for what?, empty parks, no kids playing or people hanging around, theres no life.
Everyone afraid from what is said and what its going on.

Then you go online just to stare a screen filled with shit about people you don't care about.
All that stuff that made you happy just becomes a burden.
New people you meet just treats you like trash because your "life" isn't appealing to their likes.
And just like some god damn highschool shit, looks on a text overcomes the meaning of those words.

Online life, real life, whats the difference?. its all the same.
Filled with the same old shit.

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Song: Hollow Comfort - Direct hit.

We like to think that life's a dream
That all that makes us less than's a camera and TV screen
But what if waking up meant turning yourself off?
Would what you're left to live with still be close enough?

Would looking at ourselves through a different kind of
Lens than glass or plastic drive us to the edge of insanity?
And still that red eye in the sky keeps blinking on and off, and on
A sinking feeling manifested in the dark

We're all uneasy
Knowing that we're watched
Yeah, we're uneasy
Desperate to control how we appear to ourselves
It's hollow comfort knowing we're not alone

So one by one we all relent
We flip the switch to on again and
Stare into our virtual reality and spend
An hour then a day, and then a month, and then a year
Until the fear of missing out becomes
The clear and present danger in the mirror