Hope is a fickle thing.

At least for me.

I actually drew this when I was just coming out of a pretty bad episode a few years ago.

I was just starting to feel hopeful about my future again.

I don’t know how to describe how I feel now except desperate.

It’s different than it was then. Then, I felt hopeless, sad and almost indifferent about my life.

Now, I want a life. I am desperate for one. I just don’t see a lot of hope for one.

It’s a different kind of hopelessness. I don’t know how else to explain it.

I’m still sad, but I am not indifferent.

I don’t know…

Old art by me.

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