I sometimes feel like a thing.
I don’t know what I expect.

I don’t always feel like I see a point to it all. But I keep doing it day after day anyway. Sometimes action and hope are all we have.

You know, I do appreciate that when I lay down in bed for a while to read after a long day there’s a dark haired beauty who climbs in to try her best to kiss me.

Now sure it WOULD be nice if I weren’t talking about MY DOG, but honestly I’m not complaining either.

Why is self loathing the most consistent thing that I feel in life?

Feeling sorry for myself so I made a comic about it, stick around for ur siblings else they make stuff like this and post it on the internet

It doesn’t feel like I am someone who gets to be anyone’s favorite

I feel like you can set your watch to how many times you’re required to change in any given year.

Why is this TV show just a never ending parade of human misery. Jesus Christ week after week people are abused and violated in just the most abhorrent ways

happy daylight savings to everyone who will also be napping one hour later and experiencing the seasonal bliss of not waking up in the darkness, cold and lost and sick with dread

I cannot tell you how much I end up loving every new season of Shoresy more than the last. Honestly it shouldn’t be possible

I do sometimes wish there was an outlet for the feelings of despair I have that wouldn’t also be alarming to people. There’s no reason to be alarmed. Given the circumstances it seems the natural way to feel.

Edgy little self indulgent comic I made from the crap that ends up in my notes app