A few doodles of catboy fursona, Triste Miedo looking sad and forlorn with interspersed poetry: Where does it come from? Why won't it stay? I want the joy of satisfaction And satisfaction rarely comes Afraid to take one more step, I feel toxic and poisonous. A contamination I'm afraid, scared, frightened, tense, stiff, scared. Because I'm not good enough but I NEVER will be and thats ok This isnt my instinct anymore, its fear And self loathing And inward disgust I have to make it be okay You have to give in to the fact you already know people are laughing at you
[Sketch Comic Essay on Fear and Self Doubt, Paranoia Trigger]
You have to give in to the fact you already know people are laughing at you
Creating becomes hard when it couples with panic attacks
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