/ic/ - Artwork/Critique

The past couple months before and during quarantine was great until:

>Relatives move in and buy tons of shit and cram the house. House is a fucking mess with less space to draw in.
>Have to move my sketchbooks to someplace. At one point it got soaked because of a rainwater leak.
>Noises of TV drama, newschannel and 30 mins of nonstop advertisement pierce my eardrums despite blasting EDM at 110% volume.
>Wifi is slow af with more than 12 now devices connected. I pay for 70% of the Wifi bills every month.
>While trying to sleep, I killed 3 adult bedbugs. Relatives brought a fucking infestation with them. Great.
>Fucked up my sleep schedule, spiral back into my porn addiction trying to cope.
>Stress out trying to draw as I try to collect my thoughts amidst the deafening noise from TV.
>I'm back at /ic/

I manage to fix my sleep schedule last month, build a working schedule of waking up, eating, drawing, bathing and meditating.
I still had to battle my porn addiction and other timesinks, but still manage to save hours for drawing.

>Inb4 suggesting "moving out"

There was an apartment room one of my aunts offered for me to move in, but because "She's from your father's side of the family, they're lunatics!"
they can't trust me living with them. Honestly, I just want some space, I find myself better relaxed and able to reflect with no one around. The fact
that there are more than 6 people in the room in a small house just gives me discomfort.