Last night, I unearthed something I’ve been hiding for years, decades even. Decades worth of pain due to my little curse. The curse of not being able to understand people, yourself included, no matter how hard you try. And the curse of when you finally understand, it’s too late. I’ll let you figure out what it is.

What I wouldn’t do to just be normal. I would give up art entirely just to be able to access this other fucking dimension I’m missing. I would draw same size vore. I would go homeless. When people talk about what superpowers they want, that’s what I want. To understand. To not have it spelled out for me. To not have to ask for help understanding.

Call me a drama queen all you want, but this is how it is. You put someone in a big body of water for long enough with no shore in sight, they will eventually drown, no matter how strong a swimmer they are. I’m calling that hotline. I felt like I have slipped far enough.

And if a certain person is reading this, no, this has nothing to do with that guy.