I think I'm fine...as fine as I can be.

for real I hate so much the last months of the year, I always get my energy suck out of my body, I can hardly do anything and and I feel depressed most of the time.

As I predicted, I lost the job I had that was helping me up a bit, and now I'm back to square one. I wish I was a more useful person, more intelligent, more like...someone other than me, someone better, really, these last months I think that if I had the opportunity to change my ability for art for something else more useful Like cooking or learning math, I would do it without thinking.

I really don't know why I insist on this, I should have left it a long time ago, but... I have this something that makes my body move by itself and when many ideas accumulate in my head, I wish I had the intelligence or the necessary energy to do
everything, but I'm not that kind of person, I don't have the talent.

I'm still thinking about making my own comic... but at this rate I think it's just going to remain an idea, it's not like something of great value is really lost.

I'm just a sad blop look at the days on this earth go by...oh well.