"When will you come home? I'll miss you. Do I? I don't know, it is wrong, but I'm so alone. Please come home..."



Yeah, slept last night quite long. And what? Yes, nightmares. I'm a bad sniper. *sighs*
I guess I chose a new style for Yed. And I hope you can see that he's younger in this pic. Heard too much "Dante's prayer' from Loreena McKennitt. I just sketched a bit around. This is so familiar. Maybe because I often felt that way in my youth and I often sat on the window in the dark waiting for him to come home. That was the time I still thought I love him, but he's so *grrr*.
Oh sorry, I should explain that my father again bothered us. Ok, he tried yesterday. Why has he to live in the same f***ing city and we cannot move? This sucks.

I don't know, I never thought I hate him or I can never hold him responsible for my life. But when I think about it in every detail I have to admit, that most of it is his fault. Is it? Or is it my fault and holding him responsible for it only my way to make me feel better? To excuse my own inability to change my life? But I was a child.
Oh gawd, I should stop talking to myself.

Gah, ignore it and enjoy the pic.


Image and char © Yedaji "Ses" Nikopol