Between Loneliest Princess and this comic happening in the span of a week, it’s no wonder I just want to stare up at the ceiling and nothing else. It’s not even the pointlessness of everything getting to me, it’s that the arbitrary numbers that make up my life (and are arbitrary) are lower than those of my arch-nemesis.

Modern problems are so boring, aren’t they? I long for the times when I would’ve been more worried about getting eaten by wild animals instead of how many ‘likes’ I have in an imaginary space.

Note: no I don’t. I live in Alaska. I can’t long for a time that I’m currently in. There are so many murderous wild animals outside my window, you guys.

That’s right. I’m onto you, chickadees. >:(