Nope, not doing all right.
Not near the darkest level, but the idea sprang up. And not for the first time.
Marking 8 years of self-harm.
Shouldn't feel this way, for someone with food & a roof; who drew a whole comic about 'hey, don't suicide'
They can't tell me to just 'move on' when my brain is devoted to making me remember, and it's their presence alone that does it.
I've no off switch, burn that in.
But I'm still here, I'll be back with jokes. This'll pass.
Just please keep in mind the guy who draws you fat/farting animals has other things to think & say, and they are weighing.

Thanks.