Former artist. Survived 7 deaths in four years plus the complete and violent dissolution of both sides of my family, only for my in-laws to weaponise my spouse to make me stop creating. For all intents and purposes, I have not created anything since. Every single one of my friends gets tired of my 'constant negativity' (read: 'honesty about how much life sucks when people you love die and/or wilfully abuse you') and leaves. The record is six years. You have been warned. Do NOT tell me you'll 'always be there for me' unless you actually (beep)ing mean it.