The Next Chapter

Another chapter of my life is drawing to a close. A few more sentences, and it will reach the end of its paragraph, and a new chapter will begin. 

As a writer, I'm very...uneasy right now. I'm in an insecure part of my life. Depression? It is a paralytic. Or rather...it can be. I will try my best to continue with my artwork, but I've...lost my imagination. Lost my...what's the word...creativity. One of the reasons why my artwork has gone to where it is now is because of what I had. Now? Well...the chapter can't be finished right now because my pencil has snapped. 

My mind. I'm growing insane. My mind has been infiltrated, and I've been compromised. So until I can secure my sanity once more, my life will be very...complicated. 

Anyways...I digress. My artwork. Expect darker art from now on. For a while, that is. If I can pull out of this, that'd be great. I need some support. From my real friends...the ones I can trust. The ones who wouldn't screw me over, not the ones that would lie to me with fake promises. I've had one too many in this case. 

Thank you.