Yeah, I am aware that I writing a rambling journal entry so that strangers I haven't exchanged a word with may know a little bit more about my personal problems, as if this was their fucking business.

I'm sorry for the lack of drawings lately, but I have been undergoing some pretty rough shit in my life recently, which drains me of all the energy, will and time to draw.

I won't lie, I would just lock myself up in my room for a couple hours a day, but my parents would suspect and they would probably become curious, if not worried, about what I'm doing. And since I don't want them to know or see what I draw, I usually wait for them to leave the house so that I can draw freely.

However, that rarely happens anymore because they're sick and I don't have enough courage to take out my sketchbook to the living room - where I have been forced to put my laptop - and be judged on how little understanding my folks have about this culture; seriously, the least I want is to be judged AGAIN.

I get judged on how I look, my sexual orientation, my lifestyle, my personality, how I think; everything about me is judged constantly and I don't want them to hammer me about me being a furry; I might break and disaster would probably ensue.

I've been really down lately because I feel like I'm wasting my life as a result of bad desitions in the past and because of shit I have no control over. The university now just looks like a mouse trap that never lets me go and I'm on the brink of madness because I regret staying there. The streets are crazy dangerous; I live near a graveyard and I think I see at least a funeral prosession everyday, I don't even know how much room is left there for more bodies.

You guys have no idea how it is living here; my state is the 2nd poorest state in a country where the black market dollar value has equal or more worth than the biggest unit of local currency, (the biggest "bill" here is 100 BsF, and it's worth equal or LESS than one (1) USD in the black market) which means that a homeless person in New York, for example, has more relative acquisitive power than an average worker here, now add the fact that I'm jobless...

...yeah, you can now begin to fathom how poor I am. The economy is a disaster, everything's too expensive and I just can't help to wonder how I'd feel if I left for another country. Is it so bad that I got sick of living here?

Anyway, I'm just rambling about shit you have no reason to care about. Go away.