There's so much to rant about, but I just don't have the energy anymore. How can it be that everything can be a major problem at once? All I know is that nothing makes me happy anymore. It feels like a cheap sci-fi flick, where people just mull through life with no personality. I just go through motions anymore. I put up that facade of laughter, and no one thinks otherwise, nor do they care, and that sometimes hurts more.
I'm thinking about opening up for commissions. I'm in desperate need of money. But I want to know if there's going to be a decent amount of people interested.
So many people on this site were supposed to draw or write things for or with me, and almost all haven't done so. I guess no one has any honor or commitment anymore. I'd sure love some stories or art for once. Hell, even if it's not whole stories, even adding to writing.com stories could help. Like this Eiken one:
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I want so desperately to start drawing a lot of stuff for you guys, I've just been totally out of it for so long. I just can't get into the mood, and it's not fair to you or me.
I wonder what life will throw at me next. I can't see how it can get worse at the moment.