take my wicked heart it don't matter to me



Finally
I feel back to my own ideas and creatures. Back to my true soul, about this drawing
But also I feel that my depression still eat me and I can draw better. I see mistakes and I know how to fix it, like in most of my pictures, but. I have no any power to do it. I finish my pictures with a fear that I never can finish it in future, because I will die or suicide or lost all my energy again
And feel that all this shit lasts ETERNAL

Well tarot cards and logical prognosis says that in tiny steps I'm better, and this is success that I drawn something like that