So here is an example of where I've royally fucked up.
This lovely girl commissioned me to draw her OCs at the beginning of the year, and I have no idea what happened but let's just say that art certainly didn't.
I've learned recently that she's having a really tough time at the minute, and that my total and utter carelessness has really not helped.
Neither, apparently, does my language, since even my apologies ended up sounding really sarcastic and that's horrible. So, I suck, and hopefully I can draw these puppies for her at last, and maybe they'll cheer her up a little. Hopefully.
I am also aware that repeatedly saying sorry doesn't help either, and certainly won't make up for my less than professional behavior.
Spadie, I hope you're okay and that everything gets better soon.
(also: any of you who are friends with this wonderfully patient individual, please blast me with hate and BY FUCK DO NOT COMMISSION ME UNTIL I FINISH THAT WHICH WHAT I SAID THAT I WOULD)