Maybe. It's such an annoying word. It says explicitly that something may always be canceled. In my case, 'maybe' fits right now. A part of me is done with art, done with screwing around, done with everything except writing. Another is taking things out of proportion and twisting this reality. This side of me came up with a cartoon too...it'd be rather morbid to post though.
No matter how much I try to continue, I feel like a total failure as an artist, perhaps as a writer as well. Denial from a silly camp because I'm not good with people? It shouldn't bother. No. Nein. It should stop. Now. But it's bugged me for nearly a week now. I'm afraid to let people inside of me. I was too nervous to tell them what was behind the cutesy plush in fear of odd looks. It was already scary enough to present 2/3 of these pieces that all had a backstory/influence of death.
Sorry for venting here, but, if I don't post too often or get morbid...there's a little bit of my situation. I guess I can't help being a gothic lolita otaku or whatever mess I'm supposed to be called.