So... Where have I been? A large collection of events for the past 3 years.

Long story short, mother got addicted to hard drugs and started stealing money from the family and I ended up going homeless... TWICE... and now I'm here again. Worked full-time, fell in love (twice, Christ, can you believe that anyone would love a mess like me?) had severe bouts of psychosis due to heavy amounts of stress and depression. Ended up not being able to afford rent due to many circumstances at the end of it all. Had multiple mental breakdowns and decided, finally, that I'm done stressing myself out over not being able to commit to what I've wanted to do all along and that was learn to be a better artist. So here I am, feeling like death may be around any alleyway corner, secluded behind any concealing form of shrubbery, ready to pounce on my inconsequential reaction.

So, uh... Commissions are open indefinitely for a while/ Going to use this as an opportunity to focus on what I've always wanted.