hey everyone, i’d like to introduce you to D’Mønńe. he’s the pretentious, dickhole demon who lives in my brain and tells me what a piece of shit i am. it’s really hard to feel like these “calls are coming from inside the house,” so i’ve been trying to anthropomorphize my self-doubt and see if that helps change the narrative. D’Mønńe is just some low-budget lackey from hell who couldn’t stand being so basic that his name was just “demon” that he tried to church it up, but underneath it all he’s just a shitty version of danny devito in a dollar store devil costume.
but the real problem is that he’s really good at his job. i’m smart. i’m capable. i try to be kind. but shit is rough, yo. i’m fat. my business isn’t making money. my moonlighting gig is drying up. i have MS and am trying to learn how to live with it. 90% of my time is spent on projects that i’m doing for free with the hopes that they will have positive long-term effects. every single email feels like a sheer cliff i’m trying to ascend.
i guess i’m just dropping this here to say i’m trying. it’s hard, but i’m trying. if you ever feel similarly, i just want you to know that you are not alone and that voice in your head is a fucking liar. he’s just some low-rent loser cutting you down to feel better about himself. fuck that guy. let’s jump him in an alley and kick his fucking teeth in.