Update (Patreon)

As many of you already know, my house caught fire Thursday killing two of my roommates' cats. It also destroyed everything I owned (that's my room pictured above) but, although that feels relevant to bring up, it also feels wrong to do so when my roommates' lost two of their beloved companions.

I had just bought renter's insurance in reaction to my car being stolen but it had not yet finished underwriting and went into effect literally the day after this happened.

It's hard not to feel like I'm potentially being punished by the powers that be. I know I need to accept what has happened and move forward but it's so hard  to do with the guilt I  feel. What kind of asshole am I  to keep existing when all terrible shit has happened?

I'm developing an irrational fear that something might happen to Copper because my life is apparently one big fucked up statistical anomaly. 

I know I'm a survivor and strong and been through worse and all that jazz, but I'm tired of fighting and I'm not sure what exactly I'm fighting for.

However, I only have two options; death or fucking work my ass off to make my life good. I have no choice but to pick the latter. 

I'll try not to be an emo Morty, always making everyone sad and kinda bored, but I'll keep you guys posted on progress. Right now my main focus is clearing what I can from the house and replacing my bed. Don't ask me why, but having a nice bed to me is the foundation of having a home; you can't have one without it.

Once myself and my roommates are safely settled, I'm gonna probably do some sort of print/Polaroid/customs flash sale and then get way focus on creating content. 

That's the plan. Let's hope my emotions don't get the better of me.