I've been fighting myself to not make another piece of vent art, but it's been a losing battle, with today kind of being the tipping point, because I woke up feeling like that picture is feeling, tired, lacking energy, dark bags under my eyes I can't get rid of. And an ever present despair that's been looming over my head for a while. The artistic drive has been fighting to keep itself a float, and work and life are making it harder for it. Though I feel I'm not alone in this, everyone just seems to be more depressed as of late, maybe it's this city.

As for the title... very recently (Yesterday actually) I hit a milestone, I made it to 1,000 followers on Fa. It took me 8 long years, but I finally made it. Little did I know I'd be in this state when I got to it.

And for as excited as I should feel, it's left me stressed more than anything. I can't really consider myself that small anymore, there's more eyes now, and I can hardly get my hand to lift the pen. It's a swirling vicious sycle >w<. In the end though, I guess the best I can do is be kind to myself, and try to keep myself going until things blow over, and brighten up a bit. Throw in a couple of therapy sessions too if possible. And if anyone's concerned, it's fine, I've been down this road in the past, difference is there was fewer people who knew about it.

I'll make a proper post to celebrate hitting 1K when I feel better, until then, thank you for sitting through my ramble if you did, and I'm sorry.