I don't know if it's brought on by the gloomy weather, the gray skies and brown leaves, but every year it seems I go through a phase of feeling like a monster. Sometimes I just feel gross, like I'm a bad person and I don't fit into this world. Mental illness is whack. So here's a drawing of my fall mood. Pumpkin spice, caramel apples, and comfy sweaters? No, demons and horror movies and Kim Petras.
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