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.