I don't know how long it's been since I last touched my DeviantArt, but I feel like those who've waited and stuck by me deserve an explanation
There's not much keeping me going right now, I'm only alive because I made a promise to myself. I wanted to keep living until I was 20, then I would see how happy I was with my life.
Currently I can't start a project without wanting to rip it to pieces. Nothing's good enough. Ever.
Sometimes I'll be happy with a sketch and start the line art, but most of the time I hate it when I'm done.
Point is, I'm not going to touch my DeviantArt until I'm in a better place and have started to accept everything.
I'll probably look back on this and think about how I'm exaggerating everything, and how dumb it was for me to even post this. But I don't care right now.
I know none of you even know my name, or what I look like, or anything about me, but it's killing me knowing that someone might be concerned.
I doubt any of you actually care, maybe you just wa