Hello dear viewer,
This is a journal to yell at my brain who is doing the Panic thing. I know it's just being a jackass freaking out over litterally nothing that needs to be, but here I am with not much I can do about it. So I'm making a journal because sometimes that makes it go away.

Fuck off brain. I know what you're doing and it pisses me off that it's still happening even though I know it's just stupid shit. Fuck. Off. Brain you piece of shit. You are being so noisy, rotten, making it hard to sleep, so stop panicing. It's been weeeeks. Fuck off.

Like... it rained. It fucking rained and you went ballistic for some reason yesterday. So now here we are making a journal about how stupid all this is. WHy? Why are you throwing this stress around that doesn't even need to exist? Brain, you are being the reason I'm having trouble drawing, sleeping, and all that right now, and now I have actual stresses from it that grew. What is wrong brain? Usually the answer to fix is to solve the original stress, but what was it?

Oh, and don't get started on thinking your dying again. You just got over that. Brain, You stupid fucking piece of shit. You mowed the lawn the other day. Pollen fucking everywhere. You have a headache from not sleeping and pollen. You bathed in it basically. Get your paranoid shit out of here. I don't want it.

Dear viewers reading this nonsense, I'm fine. Just trying to sort out the think pan issues.

So, lets see. I'm going to announce Hiatus on art. Here's my art queue: https://trello.com/b/pv22Kd9u/art-queue
I know right now Iam currently stressed about my Fox project being on time because of all this. My commissions got stagnated from all this nonsense, and I haven't been able to make much art overall.

I will not be responding to ANY instant messenger-type platforms, and minimal interaction in general verbaltext-wise. My brain seems to be really overwhelmed by a lot of things, so talking and keeping up on conversation is a super big no-go right now. It will give my brain another thing to start a panic over (stupid brain you piece of shit) and that is something I don't want. I know that it's all dumb dumb going off up in my skull, but fixing it is just being difficult so time for the quiet corner until it gets figured out. Last resort public journal of Hiatus announcement GO! (man i hate writing these. Makes me feel stupid.)