It's a shame. Anything some monster to make a quick buck. I'm going to just water mark the hell out of my art now.

I have very little self worth. Got disowned for being queer by a majority of my family/friends. Have a type of cancer that does not really have a cure. It has came back after treatment. I barely getting back on my feet after everything that has happened. I just need more time to heal.

I am going to die sooner than planned but all I ask is to leave me the fuck alone. Leave my art work alone. It's all I have left to feel like a fucking human being.

I can even look at him without crying. All I can see is the hate and uncalled for messaging about him. That was my personal comfort project. It made me feel like a human being rather than the empty husk of a failure I see myself every day. I'm terminal and there is very little hope for me.

I have been wearing contacts for a while now but switch to glasses while working cause it is safer. I started to loose the ability to see color for a while now but know doctor knows I have CLL it was easier to pin point why it was happening.

It's so world changing. I knew my car was red. But it was red red. Not the muddy brown I thought it was. I am in joy with seeing colors again.

Ah it's marvelous!!!

I did have updates from Mar and my sister on those who have reached out and helped with wishes, gifts, donations, etc. I really can not tell you how much it means. I may not show it not because of the emotional turmoil I am going through but I will make a proper thank you.

Ah that is wonderful. I am so glad to add it to my collection.

As much as they let me. Still have to keep up with fire codes. But I have my favorite photo on my desk. It's a picture of godzilla in a frame that says "my wife"

I really like my job it has some good perks but it is a corporate after all and they only care about their bottom line. But my job is really chill. Just testing, repairing, and messing around to make things more efficient.

I did. Got alot of money from the settlement, new hours, and my own office. I just work with robots and that's it. It's way less stressful. But I do alot of overtime but my mommy own will not forced

I even was using scrap fabric for testing it wasn't even the one I planned to use for the final plush. But the damage is done. I don’t feel like working on anything for the rest of the day

I'm just little emotional right now. I was working on a Alastor plush and picked the wrong skin tone and shit went side ways. I really have a hard time seeing red, brown, gray, and some times purple. I didn't mean anything by it I just can't see.

Besides that getting called a white washer and/or a racist really hurts. I can't see colors like I used to. My CLL is slowly making me go blind. A side effect that I knew since being diagnosed. But I don't want people to feel pity on me. It's just another quirk I have to deal with.