Well. There's only four or so hours left in this garbage year at the time of writing.

After everything that's happened, from everyone shutting me out to losing confidence in my ability to draw to my physical health becoming a trainwreck to the growing feeling I'm an undesirable...I can't be bothered to continue trying to speak about myself when it's abundantly clear nobody's listening and nobody cares. Everyone else already has a hundred better sources of fat/muscle art that isn't drawn by complete failures like me and everyone else already has their circles they're not inviting anyone else into that desperately need one.

I'll just shut up, become absolutely subservient to my values and stop trying to escape the despair event horizon because there's nothing left to happy about or look forward to.

As a forewarning: If you think 2018 will be better for you, you are naive.

Unhappy new year.