Well emotionally at least.
Sorry for not being on lately.
I haven't drawn or done anything really creative in a while, because my mental health has MAJORLY been slacking. Everyday I think "this is it! I'm finally at my lowest and start to pick things up and live again", but apparently I keep surprising myself and get lower. I just want this unhappiness to end so I can draw again, also I'm really unpleasent, a real grump and no one likes to be around me.
When I get better, I want to write a book. I have no idea why, but I have always felt compelled to write. Currently, I cannot because my brain is all in a rut and thinks mainly on how I hate holes and ruts..
Black holes.. rabbit holes.. tire ruts.. holes that you trip on and break your ankle...
and also thinks about killing my father.. but I promise I'm not going all Jim Morrison on ya.

Anyway, life stinks right now.