Covid Sucks and adulting is hard.

Feel free to skip most of this, the main idea in near the bottom and colored green.

Where the hell do I even begin to explain everything that's been happening? I mean seriously, I'm gone for 10 months (which honestly is a long time) and yet it feels like years have past. Pandemic can you please calm your shit? I tired of hearing about this shiz! Anyway to get to the real point of this blog, I moved sometime back in February. I've been living in an apartment with my roommate/cousin and until recently I've been extremely close to losing my shit. (Literally and metaphorically)

I honestly don't think a single day has went by without me thinking about my stories and wishing I had more time to devote to their continuation. As messed up as it seems I love the struggle of life and the feeling of not knowing how I'm going to fix my problems. My life became waaay too comfortable when I lived with my parents, and it started getting to me. That's when I started Easy Access as a way to cope with the insanity of comfort. (I know I'm weird) I was getting more and more angry and depressed because I felt that that was all life was going to be for me. I had a very different teenage life than most others and I never did anything after school. I always went straight home and kept to myself so I'd never really gotten a feel for what life should be. That lifestyle continued through the start of my work life and just kept making me more and more antisocial and furious with the world.

I won't go into any real detail because its not really important for my current goal. What's that goal you might ask? Well things have changed and I don't really have much time these days for anything that keeps me in front of my computer. I have a life now. With the change in living space money has been a problem for me. This forced me to find a better paying job, which I did, but it has affected me in ways I never expected. I've been including myself in more family events, and even making friends that I speak to daily. Normal shiz for anyone else, but for me? This has been a miracle in disguise, I have less free time and people still annoy me but it got me out of the funk I was in. I absolutely hate pity and sympathy so what I'm about to say is nothing more than an explanation. I believe that ending yourself is one of the stupidest things a person can do. That belief is the reason why I'm still alive to continue my stories.

However that's all behind me now and I should be getting some more free time soon once I'm no longer working 50+ hours a week. Right now what little free time I have between work and hanging out with my new friends is being spent either with my parents or getting some extra sleep. Now for the main point of this boring long winded blog. YES, I am continuing my stories. Things will be extremely slow at first because I have to reread everything and figure out where I was going with everything lol. I won't give any timelines because I'm shite with deadlines.

Until I get back to writing please everyone stay safe and enjoy this art of Graphite and Cara that I've had for a very long time!