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No, Seriously, Get Vaccinated

What Happens Next

I Wrote A Novel*

Black Lives Matter

Something Insignificant

Hello, My Name is Grief

A Case of Shit Bees (Impostor Syndrome)

Of Chronic Illness and Unicorns

Things I Learned At School

Impromptu, Not-Funny Thoughts About 2016, Life and Depression. Also Cats.

Failure in A Minor (Some Other Girl)

Patreon, the future and feelings

I have a friend with an autoimmune disease, and I need your help.

Depression Lies

“Be Positive”: As helpful as the Microsoft Paperclip

I am working at my desk, writing with a green pen. There is also green in my body. Text says "sometimes ...". In the next panel I stop writing, the green is gone. I hold the pen up and tap it. Text says "I run out of ink". I am no longer at my desk. In the final panel I am walking on the green grass, listening to green music. The text says "and have to refill"

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