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Hello my loyal fans. It is I, Josiah the messiah, back with yet another self portrait. I find it interesting that despite my crippling body dysmorphia (DYSMORPHIA, not DYSPHORIA. I'm Josiah, the CIS messiah for a reason) I still manage to draw myself properly. Or at least somewhat properly. None of you know what I actually look like, so I could just be drawing a random person constantly.
Anyways, I've become a slave to this cruel, capitalistic society and have no time to draw. Today was the first time I actually had the chance to in over a week and I really need an outlet for my many mental illnesses. Working 45 hours a week really helps push down all of the negative thoughts, but when they hit, they hit HARD. I'm trying my best not to succumb to them, but every time I have a moment to myself I'm reminded of how much I actually hate people! Funny how that works.
Some lady yelled at me today because her "husband can't have sugar" in his drink... but then asked for extra whipped cream on the drink. R.I.P. to her husband. Throughout my life I've avoided confrontation, not in the sense that I can't confront people, but when people confront me randomly (for ridiculous reasons), I have no clue what to say. So when this lady is asking me if I ever learned how to read, I was just standing there, avoiding her. But how do you avoid someone who is 2 feet away from you? Yeah, I don't have an answer to this. There was also a time some lady over the phone was calling me ignorant over a sauce cup and I hung up on her because she didn't want any sort of solution (aka her money back or more food). Apparently you can't do that.
I'm really getting out of character... I think it's time to end this description. Goodbye and good night, my loyal fans.

Description
Hello my loyal fans. It is I, Josiah the messiah, back with yet another self portrait. I find it interesting that despite my crippling body dysmorphia (DYSMORPHIA, not DYSPHORIA. I'm Josiah, the CIS messiah for a reason) I still manage to draw myself properly. Or at least somewhat properly. None of you know what I actually look like, so I could just be drawing a random person constantly.
Anyways, I've become a slave to this cruel, capitalistic society and have no time to draw. Today was the first time I actually had the chance to in over a week and I really need an outlet for my many mental illnesses. Working 45 hours a week really helps push down all of the negative thoughts, but when they hit, they hit HARD. I'm trying my best not to succumb to them, but every time I have a moment to myself I'm reminded of how much I actually hate people! Funny how that works.
Some lady yelled at me today because her "husband can't have sugar" in his drink... but then asked for extra whipped cream on the drink. R.I.P. to her husband. Throughout my life I've avoided confrontation, not in the sense that I can't confront people, but when people confront me randomly (for ridiculous reasons), I have no clue what to say. So when this lady is asking me if I ever learned how to read, I was just standing there, avoiding her. But how do you avoid someone who is 2 feet away from you? Yeah, I don't have an answer to this. There was also a time some lady over the phone was calling me ignorant over a sauce cup and I hung up on her because she didn't want any sort of solution (aka her money back or more food). Apparently you can't do that.
I'm really getting out of character... I think it's time to end this description. Goodbye and good night, my loyal fans.