Don't know who's really listening anymore, but I'm finally back commenting, faving, and eventually uploading.

I don't want to elaborate too much because it'd be a real bore, but the bottom line is that when I got old enough that I didn't want to be treated like a kid anymore I bumped heads with my father until I moved out a few months ago.
And I have my own room for the first time in my whole life, no one nags me about how I'm not living up to what they wish they could have been at my age.

And I've never been happier


Now let's make some bloody art, it's been too long since I drew something I was proud of.