Filet Mignon

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I don't care.

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(Squeeze me) Macaroni

Hello,

Sorry I didn't update like I promised. I've been drawing but not as much as I wanted to. I guess it's not that simple. Coming to Norway and expecting to get well all of a sudden. I wish I could. But no. I still have too much in my mind. But here's what I've been drawing lately. Nothing much.

 Here's a W.I.P of Mike Patton sketch. All done with Copic Markers froma photo reference.

My daily walks. Sunny days are rare here, so this was a beautiful day.

Why can't we save everyone? I hate this. I've been depressed lately. Almost the same as when I had my breakdown. My heart is heavy.  I hate myself for worrying so much about people who don't care. I hate spending a lot of energy for them. But most importantly, I hate seeing friends I care suffering and you can't do anything about it. And even worst, when that person is from your own family. What should I do? They complain about it, they grieve, I see and hear with my own eyes and ears that they are suffering. Their tears are falling, and you wipe them but you feel hopeless for them. I feel useless. I can't even draw properly. I can't think about anything else. Because of how sorry I feel for that person. I don't know if I can recover either but who cares? What's the point of recovering if I constantly see pain in my loved ones? My hands are tied. They cry but I can't do anything.  

"- Why everyone I love pick people who treat us like they're nothing?

- We accept the love we think we deserve. "

 Stephen Chbosky in the Perks of being a Wallflower