My closet is not color coordinated.

 anyway except Entropic_Catalyst, but he'll be too busy looking up what a hypochondriac is and not getting results because I misspelled it that he'll forget about this.

I  know I haven't put the roast together, I moved. But I don' t think that's the only reason. For about two months now, I've been feeling like shit. Usually when I write comics I'm either in a manic state where I gigglingly (?) write down everything all the while thinking what a genius I am, or I'm in an unemotional fluidity flux, the pen an extension of my hand. But now, it seems like I'm missing my mark, I haven't been able to come up with anything except that unflattering I published today that I wrote about 8 months ago. Now I either try to do sleep under my bed or I collapse and writhe in my tears for stupid and innane reasons (like not 100% a song on Guitar Hero) where usually the worst shit would happen and I would be perfectly ok with the situation. I've also been paranoid horribly. Like right now I'm thinking about how you think I'm a hypochondriatic narcissist since I've been talking about me this entire time, or when I almost had a panic attack when I found out I had a blue spot on the back of my white shirt.

     I really didn't mean to put a burden on you, dear non-existent reader, but I needed to put this somewhere. Besides, no reads these things

If you do see this, take your pick: Bipolar, suicidal, hypochondriac, or just John Waters. Message me and I'll send you a picture of a picture.