.̴̧̨̮͍͚̱̖̘̺̯̻̂̇̀.̴̛̹̏̂̈́͐̚.̸̨̢̘̱͙͍͖̝͕̲̂̊̀̈́̓͑̊͒ͅ.̸͍̰͕̠͓͇̠͕̭̬̯̀̓̀͝͠ͅ.̷͕̩̩̺̞̃̐̎̎̔̔̆͌̏͊̚͜͝.̴̰̙̥̣̲̺̲̬̙̞̰̔̌́ Too fucked up to care anymore |̵͚̖̺̻̌̏̀̂͗͂̈́̅͑̉͋͘ͅ.̴̧̨̮͍͚̱̖̘̺̯̻̂̇̀.̴̛̹̏̂̈́͐̚.̸̨̢̘̱͙͍͖̝͕̲̂̊̀̈́̓͑̊͒ͅ.̸͍̰͕̠͓͇̠͕̭̬̯̀̓̀͝͠ͅ.̷͕̩̩̺̞̃̐̎̎̔̔̆͌̏͊̚͜͝.̴̰̙̥̣̲̺̲̬̙̞̰̔̌́ 2020 was a fucked year for everyone, including me. This is the year where I was a trainwreck and used 3D art as an escape from my problems. As you might already guessed, this backfired a lot in the coming months after 2020, but I won't specify on how as that is private identifiable information. I was getting older, but I felt like I was done with life already despite not having reached anywhere near my 30s. Thankfully, nothing came of such intrusive thoughts and I kept chugging along, though I'd be lying if I denied whether this had any effect on my psyche on the upcoming years.

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