I'm goin offline for a bit. I got work to do.

I'm tired, man. I don't wanna do callout shit, I don't wanna fucking tell people what to jerk to, and I'm not going to, but why make it my fucking problem? Why shit talk me behind my back because YOU don't know boundaries?

And to fully emphasize, like, I usually DON'T CARE what you're into!! I'm not going to connect with it but as long as you aren't being fucking devious and evil it's not my place!!! I follow plenty of people who draw shit i'm not into because they're chill and are good at what they draw.

"I don't deserve to be scolded, i'm nice" Nice doesn't include being umpromptedly weird in my comments.

"You should have told me sooner so I didn't have to wonder" Or you could have just not said it at all and I wouldn't have to be creeped out by you.

I don't owe you shit for being a sex pest.

I've had shit like this happen either on my posts or in private and it's so fucking insane. Don't come at me with this garbage out of nowhere if I've never expressed interest in it to you.

It's absolutely incredible to know these people actively shit talk about me when they think I won't know.

Your fetishes are between you and your heart to figure out. It ain't my business to tell you what you can and can't like, and I don't care to make that my business.
But CHRIST almighty fucking why would you just slap that garbage in my comments unprompted and not expect me to react somehow??

There we go, that's the feeling i'm yearning for
Let's hold that a little longer

Feeling a lil better

Im gonna play the finals.

Fucking christ, dude.

Why is therapy so expensive
Why is travel so expensive
Why is everyone their worst selves
I wish i smoked
Shit sucks sober right now
Weed just makes me stagnent
I dont move enough as it is
I need something to get me up
Caffeine doesnt cut it anymore
Why cant my brain be normal too

I want to be alone. Everything is noisy.
I know i can't be alone long. Im too dependant on others.
I feel sick.
I need better music and bottom surgery.
That'll make me feel better.
Probably.
Or probably not.
How can it feel better if you know the person who you care most about wont feel the same?

Everyone is entitled to an opinion but no opinions mean as much as mine anymore. Mine are the best. Y'all ain't shit.

Also if you hate Dawntrail and your first point of contention is Wuk Lamat you can trip into the nearest canyon for all I care, cause I don't trust you.

I think I'ma dial back some of my art, stop focusing so much on toned muscles and whatnot and just get the shape down when lining. I need to stop obsessing over perfection.
Go back to somewhat bullshitting perspective like I use to.