As expected,things at home don’t go well.Periodically depressed,anxious,fearful,deserate,I just wanna stop my time,or end it.But I think I should be satisfied.After all,I am home now.Just let the bugs bite me into a skull.That is all.
From now on I will number every traditional pics.This one was supposed to be a Rupphire in pony version,but I just gave up.If life could be done like this so easily,it would be great.