That's right, not hell.
After some years I'm back with a longing desire to create, my creativity shattered by two years of hard work (I work as a tattoo artist and the main part of my job is to tattoo little shitty butterflies on the fat asses of little shitty idiot girls, or big idiot retarded names on the forearms of big idiot retarded guys who obviously fear to forget their own names...) and the time for myself and my personal art flushed away. I don't even remember what my art should look like, I can't hear the call anymore, I can't see the lines... I'll try to come back and become what I am again. Starting now I'll try to post something