/ic/ - Artwork/Critique

The only think that brings me any joy anymore is working on my animated short film. If I don't work on it for at least a few hours every day, I feel horrible. I literally fantasize about the moment in which the final edit is complete, and it makes me well up & cry.

Other hobbies seem like just a pointless waste of time now. Sometimes I do get lonely, and think about hitting up one of my Tinder matches. But then I just jerk off, and in my post-nut clarity I realize that I should just get back to work.