Everyday my neice hits, claws, and bites at me for no reason. It makes me regret moving back in with my mom, sister, and her and sometimes makes me think about swallowing my pride and begging to move back in with my father. That little brat is slowly becoming the bane of my existance.
I cant get any work done with her around, she even ripped one of my drawings out of my sketch book when I left it alone for 5 minutes to get a sandwich.
On the plus side, I'm still making some progress on Planet Oblivion. I'm even redoing the Shadow Walker race to be more of a kind of vampiric race, even making it so they cant survive in the daylight. I kind o