EvilEMG
I do stuff poorly.
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Steam
Gamejolt
Examples of what I do
Examples of what I do
Project I work/worked on.
AS A 3D MODELLER:
I'm not listing down a graveyard, I don't model anymore.
- Nightmare Before Triangle, by AriasDev on Gamejolt. =
Modelled everything aside the triangles themselves (Page hidden)
AS A VOICE ACTOR:- Juice Box: A Tragic Story , by Mando_16 on Gamejolt. =
Green Apple's VA
(Got replaced and the creator's a groomer so nevermind)
- Five Luminos at Nights 5 , by SusieCatto on Gamejolt. =
Mexicaminy's VA
(Lines never implemented)
- Wolfy's Hotel 2, by EllieRedruby03 on Roblox. =
Fixed Frederick's VA
I haven't felt okay in a while.
I've always been insecure but it started going downhill around December 2020.
My dad died, he got run over. The man that caused that was old, he was 90-something years old, so I couldn't blame him.
I didn't hold grudges, I just wanted to see his face, a picture or something, mainly due to curiosity. But I wasn't given that privelege, legal stuff I guess.
This event, among others, were difficult to cope with. So sometimes I would vent to whoever I had available after holding it in for a while.
Whatever I tried doing never worked, whenever I tried helping people I failed, whenever I did ANYTHING I fucked up, so I stopped.
I started keeping things like this to myself and bottling it until it rotted and I hopefully forgot about it.
Eventually I stopped doing things alltogether, like 3D Modelling. I wasn't good anyway.
Just because I've felt like this for a long time doesn't mean I can't be happy sometimes though. I still laugh around obviously and spend time with friends in VC, and that too makes me feel bad.
Spending too long or talking too much in VC makes me anxious.
And recently I realized that whenever I joke or say anything, people seem to take it seriously or I'm fucked over for it. Someone almost died because of a joke I made
I used to self-harm last year, although disgustingly tame and barely could be called "self-harm" but anyhow, my parents found out.
They got mad and worried, and I though things would change forever by that point, but they forgot-- and everything was still the same
I don't do that anymore due to fear that they'll be actual consequences if they find out. Still, I'm too much of a coward to actually cut deep and too cowardly to actually kill myself. So for anybody that cares; no I won't do it, I'm scared
I can't do this anymore