Over the past year I've lost so much. My father to cancer, my grandmother to old age, my closest uncle to cancer, my brother... to what may have been suicide or may have been an accidental over dose. My brother... my fucking BROTHER!
Much like Full Metal Alchemist through the loss I gained. My blood found me, and my blood is better than me in every way.
I was at one point so burnt out on painting that I thought I'd never paint again. I found a reason to paint again. Lots of pain, lots of loss, need an outlet again.
I doubt anyone I used to know is still on here. It's been years... literally nearly 2 years. Time goes screaming by and