I don't do vent art...I never do.
But these past days have destroyed me, I'm truly alone for once, I barely want to do anything.

I've lost myself, I'm tired, I'm exhausted, my mind is full of worries, my mother is in the hospital in a state on the other side of the country, I fucked up my most important friendship, my heart is shattered and I'm full of impotency, of doubts, of cowardly. I feel like I aged 10 wasted years in just a couple of days.

My body is barely functioning but every hour I spend crying on my bed is making me more difficult to stand out of it, If I continue like this I will be swallowed by it unable to escape.

I can't do anything but work, and I'm doing it, slowly but firmly right now it's the only thing that is sticking me together. The sense of responsibility that I have for my clients.

So I'm here, working, taking just a couple of minutes for me to draw this.