The life I was given is not the best. I suffer from Cronic depression, I get sick easily, I have the luck of a black cat trying to balance salt shakers with mirrors on top on their nose while walking under ladders, a boyfriend from another country and friends I can rarley see.

Every time I motivate myself I make things worse. Going threw galeries and noticing I'm nowhere near that good and I probably never will be, all of my interests are done way better by alot of people.

Threwout my depression my characters suffer. Every bad point of their lives can be linked to a time of dread I had and the more I stay in that funk the worse it gets.

But there is one thing that I always remember. Though I don't have the art skill to bridge the gap, or the writing skill to explain it without getting excited and confusing normal people, the world I made up is MY world. I make the rules, I say who is powerful and who is weak, and in my world, no matter how dark things get, no matter how evil it gets, the good guys always win. I didn't create depression, or sadness, or anything like that, so it has no right bothering me in my escape, where not everything is perfect, but I always have the chance to make it that way.