Here are the bare-bones facts:

Work is-in a word-slow.  
I've resorted to the internet to pass the days,
But it's entirely unsatisfying.
A thick wall of ennui approached.  
Then a sort of dementia set in.
I haven't written or drawn or made music with joy in a while.
I do not strive for money.
I do not strive for love.
I do not strive for approval (read: grades).
I began to examine my life and yearn for a goal.
So I'll just do what I (used to) do best.
Or at least what I (think I) enjoyed best.

Boom! I'm BACK, baby!

I'll try to be, at least!