July 16 2019
Written in 2022:
I adore Laws. He’s a dumpster son.
The exes were envious of the writing and such, and I had been hit by a truck of feelings, so instead I substituted in this and the past 2 comics while I tried to figure myself out. At the time it was concluded that they were also mad at me for changing my mind on how mad I was, and I was policing them, and besides, I got to write about sex things, and that was the same as cheating. Which was what was happening. They were cheating on me and telling me that it was my own fault for being mad.
The obvious solution was to try to ease everyone by making a writing-focused sexy D&D-esque campaign. I really liked the story I had but then things got really fucking FUCKED. My exes abuse began to extend past me and to the person who now is my best friend, as she wrote with us.
But I suppose that’s an essay for later.