Apr 2
and the sponsor of this sketch is my ruined mental health.
However, I'm not taking it all out anymore. My cat, whom I named after Eric, is seriously ill. He is very seriously ill. I'm on some kind of hellish emotional swing that's swinging with insane amplitude. I cry every night. Because I'm afraid for her. All I can do now is give her pills, try to feed her by the hour from a syringe, and hope she doesn't fall off.
I understand perfectly well that no one is interested in my problems, but it's already very difficult for me to keep it to myself. All that remains for me now is to draw, trying to distract myself from heavy thoughts.
