I had a prompt word for like..2 months. It was Evening.

Well here it is.

I'm not doing too well. I try to art to let off steam but it doesn't work well. I don't really feel like I can talk to anyone, given some situations. The only 2 people I really want to spill my guts to...I...can't. One I literally, physically can't and never will be able to. But, that's okay, I guess.
Some online friends try to help me and that's cool. Unfortunately half of them arr guys I picked up on art sites who only want to post "*licks and gropes*" or stop talking to me when they find out I have a boyfriend.

These last few days have been unreal and I've felt like nothing but an emo zombie.

So, I guess Malkavia is looking out at her ocean feeling the same. Yay.