Ok, so there's a some things that I gotta say, but well you might not be interested on it so in short, I'll start drawing again.

If you want to read the whole thing about my absence then keep reading, and Thank you so much for your time.

...here goes:

Before this whole thing I had an okay job, it wasn't bad it has it's ups and downs but I mostly liked it, cause I get to draw for a company, and the payment wasn't that bad. Then, my boss called my out of nowhere and he told me to pack my things, and that I was no longer necessary, another way to say that I was replaced, fired.

Anyway, shit happens, and life can be harsh sometimes, "I'll find another job then" that's what I thought, but I couldn't find any, just some little jobs here and there that barely keeps me afloat, I have to ask for help from my parents again, I felt useless, I consider myself very optimistic, so I didn't just sit in the shower crying my problems away, that's not how I roll, so I kept trying to find a job, smiling and being all goofy like I normally am, I really don't want anybody to worry about me, this was my first mistake, depression was really getting in me at this point, even though I was very active finding a job, working in little projects, smiling and laughing, but every time I got rejected it took a little part of me making me feel useless somehow.

I consider myself as a very strong person, striking me with whatever to hurt me and I won't even flinch, but I got my limits too, and when something hurt me, it hurt me REALLY bad, I cannot help it, it's like having an almost impenetrable shield, but behind that shield there's a weak body, if that defense is broken, there's no much I can do to defend.

I kept on trying, and trying but the depression made me not think straight, so I did a thing that I despite with all of my heart, something I didn't think I'd do, blaming other people about my problems, "Maybe I'm online all the time, talking with people and drawing stuff" so that's why I disappear, without saying anything, just... POOF! And I can't believe why I thought that was a good idea (I was totally wrong, I'm really sorry for this).

The days passed and I kept on trying, working on what I thought it was my hardest, the depression kept me from doing it, feeling sorry about myself and making a victim out of me, AKA I was a Totally Drama Queen...

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