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| Due to various reasons I find myself hating everyone yet being incredibly lonely. I have been described as being similar to The Ice King from Adventure Time. I feel that description to be accurate. |
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| I've gotten to this point in my life where the monotony is really starting to take a toll. |
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| Similar to the tumultuous comic I find myself hating those who I see enjoying themselves in public. I want to join them but I am so irritated at myself for being irritated with them that I am unable to do anything. |
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| I just hate dogs. Cats rule. |
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| With this one we are exploring my undying want to be loved. This is displayed through my own understanding of being as emotionally accessible as a fairly common rock-forming minerals. |
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| At this point during the "creative" process I was about a third through the bottle of whiskey. I got giggly and wanted to make something with really bad puns. |
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| This is probably about how I feel that I'm such a unique butterfly and no one understands me boo-hoo. |
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| By this point I had realized that I was wearing dirty clothing and I could "feel" the uncleanliness. This is notable because I was fairly hammered. |
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| My level of intoxication and depression had peaked. The river of ideas had run dry and all I wanted to do was crawl into bed. This is the last comic in the series. |
