also gonna make some premade pieces to put up in my shop soon bc i do need SOME income, but i don't wanna take more comms til i'm caught up.

taking a break to rest my hand then i'm on to one of the smaller pieces. chipping away at my owed pieces.

this shit has been in my head for hours and hours after hearing it from a group of white 20-something dudes. it was not said ironically. they all agreed. i paused work to make food and had to share bc i have been tormented by it for a full day so now you get to suffer too.

oh boy, got a response from a dude with a username based on an atlas shrugged character kill me kill me now

"you're NO patriot"
"no shit, karen, i think patriotism is poison"

lady freaked the fuck out and got a warning for threatening me after that. lol. lmao even.

between the cold snap and the "wash twice a day" my skin is SO DRY i am suffering

i don't know how to keep going anymore. i put one foot in front of the other, i find things to be happy about, but it's hollow. it's all just empty. and at the end of the day, he's still gone.

he should be here. he should have turned 27 this year. he should be graduating nursing school. i miss him so fucking much. i will regret not seeing him more that year for the rest of my life. i failed him. and i can't take it back.

not a single day has gone by since his death that i haven't cried. everything exists in this shadow of loss. i just feel every second as borrowed time. how long before i just can't do it anymore?

how am i supposed to just keep going? what do you mean we don't get to try again? it's not fair.

i'd trade places with him in a heartbeat. he should still be here. i can't believe that i'll never get to see him again.

doodled while i wait for my benadryl to kick in bc haha SCREAMS

gonna get back to woodburnings after some rest but i wanted to do something productive tonight so. lineart.

ready to be healed so i can go back to my chest building exercises