published on 03.11.2025 in Private ・

I think after I’m done with GR. I might just leave this world. I feel like everywhere I go online, I’m just reminded how much I’m hated by people. So I just don’t want to be around anymore. I just don’t care. I just want to work on my comic and just perish.

I should make plans to give all my stuff away after I move, as well as getting life insurance solely for the purpose that the people who are caring for my body aren’t burdened with a funeral/burial bill. I have HFpEF, so I’m probably not going to live longer than beyond the end of my comic, anyway.

But in a way, I guess it’s what I asked for. To be able to do my comic and perish. by the time I’m done, Boar and Maze would be gone, anyway, no pets to leave in other people’s care. I just don’t care anymore. I’ll focus what remainder time I have left to finish these commissions so the guilt cans top eating me and so I’m done being nagged. Honestly, I should have just stayed with my mother back then, and just died of bloodloss. Honestly the only people who would care are Chancey, Jamie, Vann, Tim, Keke, Mook, Jena, Meca, Sheldon, Dad, and my nephews. I don’t think anyone else, they’d probably be glad I’ll be gone just like they’re glad I’m going through all this shit.