Having a very real case of "Life Imitates Art"... After all the projecting onto comfort characters...they're projecting back onto me.
Sure, I mean...I'm not pregnant, or estranged from a badass twin sibling, fighting angel exorcists, or facing a giant three headed monster.
But with this month, chock full of personal bullshit, and the city, literally on fucking fire...it's sure felt like hell...And finally it culminated in waking up with a cold... Wah 😢











