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I got nothing. Day after day of failure after failure after failure. I can't write, I can't draw, I can't do shit. It may be time for me to hang it up. As I write this, I'm in a bit of a haze after my latest breakdown. I'm likely about to be shuttled off to the mental hospital again. Hopefully it'll only be 72 hours but could be longer since this'll be my third stay. I'll figure out what to do when I get home, provided I have a home to return to. Thank you for everything all these years y'all. Can never say I love y'all enough. Y'all are all that gave my life any meaning or purpose. So thank you.