It's five in the morning. I haven't been drawing or writing much lately, and I'm actually quite sorry about it. Thing is - it's hard when you're a perfectionist that doesn't have the skill they want. Sometimes I lack of ideas, other times I lack of courage, because often I know that I won't be able to draw a piece just like I want it and that makes me insane. And then, sometimes, I try and get furious and quit, and then come back, realize that it isn't so bad after all, and go on for a little bit, and so on. But it's a long, extenuating process that takes even months, and for that I'm sorry. But hey, you know what the bright side is? That it's progress. Slow is better than still. A little bit is better than nothing at all. Even self-acceptance takes exercising sometimes.