I don’t think I’ve drawn anything in around a month.
My favorite part is where the bear of life is chasing after me chasing the dream bunny.
Ironically, I really like talking to people in person. But on the phone— completely different story.
The button pins I’m talking about here are the ones I’ll be selling in next summer’s komikon. Lookie!

Oh, but if you happen to know/ love me, you can buy some from me directly so that you don’t have to wait for komikon! Woo!
Back when I was in school, there were standards that I had to live up to. There were grades that I needed to reach, tasks that I needed to fill, all that jazz- and I think I stayed in school because the entire part of life, the part that didn’t require any particular tasks to be mandatory, was comforting. I didn’t need to prove anything past a letter grade.
Suddenly I find myself with nothing to do. All things are crossroads. All places are opportunities, costs, real life, and there’s nothing- and no one- to tell me what I’m doing right, and what I’m doing wrong. I’m feeling dorkier and dorkier as the days go by, probably because everything for me is awkward now. There are no achievements or failures to hide behind. I feel like the world is telling me to make up my mind as to who I really want to be, and I’m a rebellious child trying to be everyone else so I can find the answers. How do I even start?