the house smells like chemicals and the dog is on my bed. at least he's not laying on my legs like he usually does.
i have an urge to draw
but i cant
once i pick up the pen everything feels meaningless
that make nothing more than an imagination of someone who stays in the corner.
i'm beginning to wonder why i bother with fanbases around things i like. they tend to have toxic ends that i fall into and hate myself for falling into. Plenty of people from the Wings of fire community will understand.
that and well what do i know, rarely do i get people talking to me.
but i like it when people do, so those who say hi or even cheer me up when i'm down, thank you. Thank you for being nice enough to be there for me
but seriosuly how does one draw again ;w;