#nothing important
[Vague depression post. Reassurances to all that I’m fine and not in crisis. Musings about how odd it is that tiny little things can awaken the depression monster when large upheavals don’t. Wry self-deprecating joke at the end to cap it off so that I don’t have to feel guilty about anyone feeling sorry for me.]
Hello!!
I’m back (from the dead) again!! My shoulder is better now, not at all but my need to draw is stronger!
I’ll start posting drawings next week (◠‿◠)
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I don’t feel I’m nothing.
I’m really sure I’m nothing.
being over 30 means you stay 2h past your bedtime with a couple of friends, indoors, no alcohol, and suddenly the next day hurts like if you’d just had the biggest party of your early 20s
this is unfair.
I’ve come to the conclusion, that having a one-day work holiday not attached to any weekend is worse than not having it at all.
