You are a shapeshifter who has secretly taken on many fake villain personas across the world. Your goal is to fight each hero you meet with a persona that embodies said hero’s worst traits, forcing them to change for the better in order to defeat you.
I wish everything didn't feel so taxing all the time. Work drains me emotionally and mentally. Physically, I'm dealing with disorders that make taking care of myself difficult. I feel so tired all of the time either because I can't recover from my work week or because I can't eat properly...
I'm still doing better than the other hosts did. I've gotten us better for the most part. But I'm nowhere near where I want to be. I feel like I'm actively fighting everything they've ever done. Like I'm trying to run in waist deep water and getting nowhere.
I want a better job that doesn't make it so hard to get out of bed, that doesn't make me dread waking up the next day. I can't get a job like that without some kind of degree. I can't afford to not be working in order to get said degree. I don't think I could work and do school at the same time when I'm already fatigued and burnt out.
The job market here is awful. I would love to move but moving is expensive and I don't know where I would go. Saving for it is hard because living here is expensive...
It's all just a no win scenario. I feel helpless and there's nothing to lean on. There's no solution because it's all tied together. I can't move in any direction without getting worse and every other part falling to pieces.
I just want to sleep. I want to sleep and feel rested. I want to wake up and feel like there's something to look forward to. Everything is so bleak all the time. I can't think about the future without being more depressed than I already am. I don't feel like there's a future where I'm well. We haven't been well since Kat was in school in 2010. Maybe not even then.
More than half of our life has been spent fighting depression, anxiety, abuse, eating disorders, fatigue... How am I ever supposed to exist any other way? If I get better, then what? What happens after I do all of this work? How am I ever going to enjoy it if the world around me is going to shite and speeding up faster and faster every second? I'm tired of trying to be optimistic. Tired of fighting nihilism at every turn.
Nothing gets better. I won't ever be worth much more than a punching bag. Maybe that's all I was ever going to be. Maybe that's the whole reason I'm even alive.
Maybe all the gods in the world look down and laugh while we struggle.
Finally finished this, one of the many comic wips I started the last few months (you can kinda see where I got lazy and changed up some stylization in a few panels lmao)
Anyway, a scene I have planned out for The Rehabilitation of Death.