Hey guys. Sorry I disappeared. I wanted to say I was recovering from a reoccurring depressive episode of months and I was waiting for a moment I could come and say that I was better or at least half decent but apparently, in my life, there's never a good moment. I'm right now lying on my bed with unbearable pain because I've twisted an ankle for the trillionth time again, not knowing whether it's broken or not, staring at the ceiling trying to comprehend why is it that I have to go through something like this again (if you are new around here, I've ripped ligaments in both knees, needed surgery, broken an ankle and broken a wrist, surgery again, and recently broke a pinky toe because I accidentally kicked the door) If I'm not sinking in absolute mental desperation I'm always painfully physically injured, time and time again. I don't know anymore if life or something is playing tricks on me. This has stopped being funny or comical long ago. I'm gonna loose my shit sometime soon. I'll try to get back to my owed art as soon as possible. In the meantime, I hope you're all doing well.