IO      

Good morning.

...I see that the comic making fun of me is at the top of the hot comics...yay...

...That honestly does not feel great. Because now...even if they don't know it, pretty much the whole site is pointing and laughing at me.

...It's my fault at the end of the day. I've been thinking about this for a while now.

I have taken the advice I've been given into account, as well as my meditation on the situation.

And...well, I've realized some things.

First off, I'm delusional. That's the main point. I have this idea that I deserve recognition, because my ideas are great, and I worked hard on them, so I should be angry or upset if I'm denied that.

...This is, of course, wrong to think. The truth is...it really doesn't matter how good of a writer I am. The truth is, I'm an abrasive and difficult person. I sabatoge my own audience. I create plans that will never work out. I bail out on things too easily.

I'm the source of all my problems.

And I'm going to be honest! I don't know how to fix that! I'm trying, but I genuinely don't know!

And until I solve the problem that is myself...I can't succeed.

...So...yeah. That's my conclusion. I'd like to end on a more hopeful note, but...I really can't. Because these are problems that have been longstanding problems throughout my entire life. And I have no clue how to even start fixing them.