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Edit: posted the wrong one at first XD fixed it.

The last one I didn't finish, suddenly lost interest =c
I was thinking about making a short comic with her, but...yeah...it started to get dark in my head XD so I noped on the idea. She was fun to draw though so I might draw her again sometime.

the text on the artwork:

Sometimes I feel I didn't work hard enough to get to where I am now, was this really want I wanted?

Space was my dream right? So why do I feel so lost now in this endless infinite, does the darkness consume me....

I thought I'd be happy, achieved, my eyes were so full of fantasy after all, such wishful thinking.

But I feel torn now, what is there to me? I am not a someone but a shadow of myself.

Did I brainwash myself to think this was for me? What do I do now. If I were to stop, land, and start over, I feel as if I'll just burn out and turn to ash. I feel safe in my sadness but so empty and weak.

I'm just a drift, incomplete and unsure what I want anymore, the stars no longer whisper to me with kindness but are so cold now.

I no longer want to move, but I keep slowly moving along to nowhere, anywhere, somewhere...nothing.

Description
Edit: posted the wrong one at first XD fixed it.

The last one I didn't finish, suddenly lost interest =c
I was thinking about making a short comic with her, but...yeah...it started to get dark in my head XD so I noped on the idea. She was fun to draw though so I might draw her again sometime.

the text on the artwork:

Sometimes I feel I didn't work hard enough to get to where I am now, was this really want I wanted?

Space was my dream right? So why do I feel so lost now in this endless infinite, does the darkness consume me....

I thought I'd be happy, achieved, my eyes were so full of fantasy after all, such wishful thinking.

But I feel torn now, what is there to me? I am not a someone but a shadow of myself.

Did I brainwash myself to think this was for me? What do I do now. If I were to stop, land, and start over, I feel as if I'll just burn out and turn to ash. I feel safe in my sadness but so empty and weak.

I'm just a drift, incomplete and unsure what I want anymore, the stars no longer whisper to me with kindness but are so cold now.

I no longer want to move, but I keep slowly moving along to nowhere, anywhere, somewhere...nothing.