Wanted to draw some vent art. Atleast a few times a month I reach a low point, and this just happened to be one of those times. The thoughts get a bit confusing and intoxicating after awhile.

I'm happy, but am I happy? This is a conflicting I have a lot. When you grow up being sad for a huge chunk of your life, you wonder what it means to be really happy. What types of love is good love, what things are real, a lot of constant doubt and it gets tiring. Eventually you pretend to be happy, or accept what is put in front of you.

(Btw, first glimpse of Ashie without hair, I want to do something where you dont have to draw her with hair? Cuz you know, I don't plan on adding hair to a fursuit in the future)