Punk up the jam

I've been really frustrated as of late. Mentally constipated. Constantly blocking my thoughts and ideas from fears of not being good enough, getting judged or just thinking it's not worth the effort.

What the actual fuck!

I have a thousand voices questioning it all. You need to fit in. You need to make it pretty and perfect. That sheit is trite, do better. You need to be more pro-fesh-u-nal. A thousand voices saying it's not possible so why even try.

There's decades of emotions stacked into a bedrock of anxiety and I'm using wet paper to grind through it.

I'm intentionally posting shit trying to overcome it. I still crave validation for it, but I'm trying hard to not give a fuck. I hope my true fans, if you're out there, bare with me. I guess the rest can go fuck themselves.

Oh, yeah, I'm back on instagram by the way. Fuck help me. @toonspex But it's a business decision. Maybe it's a mental health decision too, because I have to work through this stuff and start caring less about arbitrary numbers. My goal is to start selling stuff, online and locally, and even if it weren't my goal, this fucking block gotta go.

I'm just gonna keep saying fuck a lot.

Published Oct 4, 2026

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