I'm at that point where it feels pointless for me to draw anything at all. These past few years have sucked up the majority of creative ideas I had planned, leaving me with an empty husk, I guess.
My living situation still sucks, but with Mom working again, things are slowly starting to get better. But I still need to find and obtain a job, but it's not possible because I need clothes to be interviewed in. But I do not have the money to get clothes at this time. I do not want to have to keep depending on my mother for things I need because she is already tackling a crap ton of things on her own. Maybe I'm just expecting too much from my art to make enough profit for myself because I can't even get myself together. My depression has taken a huge toll on me.
I feel like I'm in a deep rut that I can never get out of, and I probably deserve it.
I'm sorry that I haven't been drawing a lot like I used to. This is why.