I bE bAcK sOoN

yinglet

I'm starting to feel this way I'm not sure I ever have before

just inexplicable joy

I have been battling with depression and stuff for a while now and these yinglet things and drawing and all this stuff

just

makes


me



h a p p y

HJJSLDFRIBALRGALHSWIRPAHLHHAHASK CLLAAAAMMSSSsss.....






























want more

Uhhhhhhhhh I is not sure why I make zhis but

I will be back soon-ish and will go back into uhhhhhhh doing za ying stuff

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Wednesday or somezhin

I haven't been able to draw today or yesterday or somezhin. Weekdays I also won't be able to draw too much.

ehhh why zhere weird eggs

hehehh
saw yinglet fall off roof
hah he look stupid
tired now
sleep

Today is a very good day

I have drawn 2 yinglets as of today! I just need to upload em :3

I'm planning a path to go to start making my own yinglet comic, but it will take a while, as I do not know how to draw at all and there are many steps for what I plan to do.

I worry in this case my ADHD may or may not help, notably distractions and general motivation and morale to do work on it.
Another concern is supplies, as I need to get and organize supplies I may or may not have.

Despite these, I will try my best. Whether it will be in vain or not won't fully matter, as if I move on or get discouraged and such, I will have at least a basis, some supplies, and the practice needed to do such things in the future.

I just need to not overthink it and overwhelm myself (which I tend to do a lot...), just one step at a time. Don't rush it.

Found duck.... chose not to eat it even zhough it was very very loud and annoyin'

Sometimes anxiety smothers you, thoughts and decisions can become difficult, and changed can feel exhausting. Sometimes when needed to do a task, one is to make their mind into a blank slate, devoid, sometimes of thoughts and feelings. Movements take priority, stiff and controlled, motions that only feel necessary. But this slate is not to be corved into, for it is fragile. Guard falls down as well, and when the slate is broken, the emotions and feeling of which were carefully contained within burst out violently. A cascade. Suffocating. One is to piece themselves back together after this if they can, sweeping up the metaphorical amalgam of emotions, condensed and messy. Fix it up, and one is expected to just move on from it.

tried too hard! resort plan B

Today seems like a good day

found fish, taste bad