I've been feeling terribly dark these days.
On a normal basis I'd be ignoring this account, because no longer do I feel connected to it. It's a part of me left behind, useful while it lasted, but disposable.
Still something inside made me come back to it, maybe because, finally, for the first time in many months, I feel like drawing.
Which you would take as good, which I take as hideous.
Pondering on the last drawing I made, an effortless doodle on one Mephistopheles, I wonder why the odd fixation.
God, I may be an schizo without knowing or something XD.
And I also discovered I'm into death metal.
There must be soemthing wrong with me