Have you ever felt like you got stuck in a place, and it seems like there's no way to get out of it, unless by...well, the "s" word? That's the way I've been feeling since, well, quite a while.
For mainly two reasons:
1) Barely any RL stuff going on at all (no bf, no friends except for a few people here and there around the net, no job, etc.)
2) Some annoying symptoms that have been pestering me since forever, and are only getting worse (headaches and pain on nose and neck...I know, FUCKING WEIRD, but it's not like I can choose what my body feels).
Oh, and to make things even more cute and sparkly with strawberries on top, everyone I knows seems to have so much more going on in life than me. I feeling so shitty because of it, that I don't talk much anymore with anyone, unless it's necessary. And it's not like I haven't tried to solve these problems you know. I always go out for job hunting and job interviews when possible, and I have been going to so many doctors, some even laughed or got angry at me, because I have been trying the expensive medicine they keep prescribing for me, only to see then failing, and they don't want to admit there's ACTUALLY something with me, and they just couldn't figure it out (hey docs, you ain't no god, so if you don't know, just admit it jeez). My parents go in their bandwagon as they also either laugh or get angry, and starts to ramble about how expensive the medicine is...because you know, it's me who's using some weird ass powers to make the medicine ineffective on purpose, because I SURE LOVE some pills. Yummy! Though after finding this Cracked article (www.cracked.com/personal-exper…
), and learning that I'm not the only one going through this kind of situation, I have been feeling slightly less worse about myself. Not enough to not search "s" on google though, unfortunately...but for now I gave up on that, because the more effective methods are too expensive, and I'd probably chicken out at the last minute, and end up as a severely disabled woman for the rest of my life.
And last, this is not about me, but about my grandpa. I've learned today that he fell of a bike, and now he's in the hospital. His legs got very injured, and I'm really concerned about him. I don 't talk to him that much or that often, but I know for sure he's a very kind and devoted man, so I'm very proud of having him as my grandfather, so let's just hope he recovers ASAP.
PS: If anyone that bothered to read this is wondering if I'm going to delete my gallery or something because of what I've wrote here, no this won't happen, trust me. I may regret some things I've drawn in the past, but I honestly see no reason why to rid myself of the only thing I'm good at (even if there's 8945843584689 people who draw better than me, in this very place), and as long as I can draw and have scan and internet access, the shi...I mean, quality stuff will keep coming!