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I don't really know what to say about this. I didn't really mean to draw it. But here it is. I just can't get it off of my mind. This innate desire for a biological 3D man. It's kinda scary. And every day, it feels as though I'm getting closer to being how I was in the past, because I can't have a real person yet. It's terrible. Drawing this stuff is like drinking saltwater when you're thirsty. It helps for about 5 seconds, then it just makes your desire worse. But I just have no other outlet for it. So I must make do with these inferior 2 dimensional pixels on a screen that resemble a man to my mind, which sets off dopamine™ and serotonin® with a small dose of oxytocin© that makes my brain tingle pleasantly, which then turns into a headache afterwards. It ALWAYS turns into a headache. Every time. And yet I keep doing it. I'm an idiot. I'm really tired, it keeps me up at night, I can't sleep. All I can think is, "I wish that were me," and that's all. Those career women who say "I never felt a desire to have kids ever" are LYING. LYING through their wine-stained teeth.

Anyway, I'll properly tag this as mature for probably the first time ever. Who wants to see this garbage, anyway? It's terrible. And I hate it. But I drew it. So there's nobody to blame but me. Why post it then? I don't know. It's got a small amount of lore I guess. Whatever. It's of no substance really, so you can skip it if you want. That's what I'd do. Sorry for sadgeposting. I just don't have anyone in real life to talk to. And it sucks, I can only be myself on here. Everywhere else I have to put on airs, pretend to be interested in the latest pop culture thing that everybody's watching or listening to. It's draining. I hate it. And I hate this stupid weather, it's so cold and windy, and the gas prices suck, and it's overpopulated, and everyone's an idiot, and nobody can drive. I cannot wait to leave. Good riddance to this awful state. I'd rather eat my own socks than buy any housing here.

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I don't really know what to say about this. I didn't really mean to draw it. But here it is. I just can't get it off of my mind. This innate desire for a biological 3D man. It's kinda scary. And every day, it feels as though I'm getting closer to being how I was in the past, because I can't have a real person yet. It's terrible. Drawing this stuff is like drinking saltwater when you're thirsty. It helps for about 5 seconds, then it just makes your desire worse. But I just have no other outlet for it. So I must make do with these inferior 2 dimensional pixels on a screen that resemble a man to my mind, which sets off dopamine™ and serotonin® with a small dose of oxytocin© that makes my brain tingle pleasantly, which then turns into a headache afterwards. It ALWAYS turns into a headache. Every time. And yet I keep doing it. I'm an idiot. I'm really tired, it keeps me up at night, I can't sleep. All I can think is, "I wish that were me," and that's all. Those career women who say "I never felt a desire to have kids ever" are LYING. LYING through their wine-stained teeth.

Anyway, I'll properly tag this as mature for probably the first time ever. Who wants to see this garbage, anyway? It's terrible. And I hate it. But I drew it. So there's nobody to blame but me. Why post it then? I don't know. It's got a small amount of lore I guess. Whatever. It's of no substance really, so you can skip it if you want. That's what I'd do. Sorry for sadgeposting. I just don't have anyone in real life to talk to. And it sucks, I can only be myself on here. Everywhere else I have to put on airs, pretend to be interested in the latest pop culture thing that everybody's watching or listening to. It's draining. I hate it. And I hate this stupid weather, it's so cold and windy, and the gas prices suck, and it's overpopulated, and everyone's an idiot, and nobody can drive. I cannot wait to leave. Good riddance to this awful state. I'd rather eat my own socks than buy any housing here.