Mott moping. I draw people sad when I'm down. I also draw Mott when I feel mottish, an emotion I don't have a name for. (Like this post and I might draw them smiling) They just want friends!
Ever have your heart and mind disagree so much you just want to explode? I'm slam-my-head-against-a-wall-then-cry-myself-to-sleep-with-my-fists-clenched kinds of fed up.
I know they're not coming, but here I remain, sorrowfully hopeful that good things are indeed coming my way. It's lonely and I can't help it, but I'd love help. Tell me what day is it?