He takes another home again, to find me waiting for him.

I was also surprised to learn that I knew the words to Boyzones "No Matter What"

Yesterday was the three year anniversary of my fathers passing. I tried my hardest not to be sad or depressed or lkjhgfdsa or anything, but I will admit a couple of moments of passing despondency. For instance, at one in the morning when John and I went out and the clubs were full of happy gyrating people and I just felt sick and claustrophobic.

Drawing does help though, and I shall keep my sad comic in my black folder. (Emo, much?)

Now I shall return to the drawing table, got some freelance work to do.