April 16 2019
Written in 2022:
More past comics that give me a sense of revulsion. I was vocal about what I felt and what I needed but there was this underlying energy there when I reached out for the help I needed so often. I barely left the fucking apartment and I was always tired, always fucking stressed and tired and scared, and there were persistent little things that made this worse and worse. Sometimes they treated me like I was this precious creature and then they would act like I was the fucking Antichrist. I was always watching myself around them, always trying to swallow up the worst of it, but for some reason it felt like when I would draw and vent it wasn’t… believed.