Been in the dumps lately, so I started doodling and this came about. Issues at work or home and everyone has been coming to me for help. I want to help them out, but everyone seems to forget I'm a person with my own issues. If they don't want to do work, they just give it to me because they know I actually care and don't want to piss off the customer. Brother fails at being a person with a conscience and emotionally cripples multiple members of the family? Don't worry, I'll be around to pick up the pieces. I try to be nice to people, make new friends, maybe get back into the dating scene. Instead I'm either ignored or taken advantage of it seems. This could be my deep seeded paranoia that everyone hates me, or it is true and that is even more depressing. Of course I'm a whiner if I ask for help, so I learned to stop asking. Instead I put on my smile in the morning like I would my glasses to make it easier for everyone. In the end I guess I'll put up with it and get back to my more cheerful self in a while. Just felt like getting it off my chest.

TL;DR? Antumbra is sad, nobody cares, Antumbra will get over it.

Thank god it is football season I suppose.

Bah