Now.

I hate Christmas. Why? Because of the expectations. In this damn society it's not fucking optional.

Well. SOME of us don't GIVE a SHIT anymore. I don't want gifts and don't want to give when I feel this horrible.

My art is MINE. I draw it for people who deserve it and people who I respect ONLY. Why are you fucking forcing me to do this. It is my own graphite blood.

I don't have a car anymore btw. Lost control. Everyone blames me. I just didn't realize that a huge fucking tank SUV will lose traction or hydroplane on a night with minor mist.

My chest burns. I feel horrible. Make it stop. Make it go away.