[As always, if you care about the description, lore, vent and why's, read below, if not thanks for watching!]

Feeling the weight of the world on myself and it just 3 months on this year.
"It would be my year". Good joke.
Burned out, existencial dread and the world expecting a war soon.
Yet.. we still here, does it matter?, i guess.

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It's all over now, whatcha gonna do?
It all went wrong somehow so whatcha gonna do?
I'm comatose from all the things you put me through
It's all been said and done before
It's all over now so whatcha gonna do?

I feel like I can't escape
This time it doesn't matter, I'm not alive to feel the break
I take a look at what's at stake
I'm half eaten, and forgotten, this nightmare's finally ending

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The drawing was something i forgot to finish at the start of this year after:

-My ex officially broke with me after a year of absence
-We got family dying and all was drama and anger instead of grieve and sadness
-Town, state and country going to hell because they in the hands of greedy monkeys
-Can't heal or recover from my burn outs and depressions. but i keep going. woo.
-Can't find a job