i dont know whats going on. i guess the shock and hurt of losing almost all of my friends has finally hit me. i was barely able to finish this. i have commissions i need to do, but im not doing them. im struggling. everytime i open up the file it just mocks me. like im not good enough for this. every brush stroke, every pencil mark, every swipe of my eraser marks the futile efforts of my incompetence. it feels like my insides are rotting. im oversleeping. my hair is falling out too much. i cant eat. everyone is either mad or ignoring me. what do i do. i cant do this anymore. for whom do i have left? those who dont want me.
i believe to be forgotten is worse then to be hated.