Wow. I can still draw.

I already mentioned how it’s easier to draw what comes from inside, even though it may be taken with disgust by the other people. Life gets more “fun”. Some people even consider me dead already. And I wonder if I can dodge the next crap thrown at me by the Universe. I don’t believe it’s to teach me anything. What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger. And that one kills. I’m not given a bit of a break. It’s kind of a gamble what goes first. My heart? My brain? I lack sleep, my eyes forgot how to not be red, my cut by doctors stomach barely digests… One day something will stop.

And I guess I’ll be drawing that day. I can still use the options that’s left for me. Can’t go on with the comic yet. Last time I tried I got 2 months of hell in my face. But I love drawing, I’ll continue, bit by bit. It’s funny how things get awful but I take the pencil and it takes me away from it all. Hands still remember. Or maybe I lost my marbles and can’t see how terrible the basics are. ^^; I still suck at perspective and volume. I never had a chance to learn that. I guess that’s college stuff and I never got that luxury.

I love my little Eri and I hope I’ll get a chance to make her life a bit longer. And thanks to everyone who supports me. :thanks:

K, let’s burn.