Everything I draw ends up wearing a bow-tie

sad venting

I have never been more exhausted after a day of trying to make storyboards in my life and it’s not because of my busted up hand

I’ve had to be funny when I’ve been sad before but this just feels so pitifully small compared to what he went through and I’m so tired of crying every two hours but I don’t feel like I can even complain. I keep thinking about his family.

it’s sort of shaken me up a lot, but it’s also making me realize that having my default ‘I could die tomorrow so I might as well do that thing’ attitude isn’t enough. Being funny isn’t about me. Being funny is about 'someone might need this today, they might need to laugh today or they might not be here tomorrow’

I’ve been being so self-centered and I didn’t even know, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, Mr Williams, I didn’t know. I should have tried harder. I am going to try harder.