Pure art slop today.
Art block persists, burn out arises. Hesitating on comm sketches, so they don't turn out awful.
Completely stunted creatively. And this is supposed to be the future I so craved for so long?
Pessimistically speaking, I might be better off shut in, never to see the light.
I know I need help, but I don't want to hurt anybody with my thoughts. Therapists need therapists too, you know.
And I should've been a bigger person and dealt with it myself arleady. It's not that bad, really!
There are wars happening, yet here I am, pitying myself, sitting in a lukewarm home. boo hoo /s
I will persist, because there's nothing better to do. So, don't worry about it. I'll return to being my mellow self & finish those commisions eventually. eventually