Everybody keeps on saying it will get better. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t. I have nothing left. I’ve nobody to talk to. I’ve already ruined my life. The only thing that gives me a little bit of joy is drawing and writing, but I’m so scared of getting cancelled or something of the sort that I want to give up entirely. Nobody would miss me. Everybody would benefit from.my absence. If this ends up being my will, which I seriously doubt, burn all of my possessions. I want my creations to never be linked to the horrors of which I document of myself. I don’t want it to be “oh, I like this creator!” “That person was extremely problematic.” So, you know what? I’m not going to let that happen. I plan to slit the netting of my window and jump from two stories, and go get kidnapped or something. Godspeed.
