problems of falls and a spring; MK MZODERN.

 problems of fall 2013

Trusting too much that the experience of school would be anywhere pleasant and that anyone would help me start a comic book company.

Becoming victim to sweet nothings of women.

Just having no help in discovering a good comic book method.

Trusting in the education system as a beneficial good.

problems of spring 2014

Rising health problem crippling everything.

More than enough sweet nothings to last a life time and people being too cowardly to not later blame me for their shortcomings to communicate upon me their feelings.

Being too nice and understanding to people who don't need to be understood.

Wasting too much time with false friends.

No help in creative efforts despite college supposed to be a place with different kinds of people. It for most was just the same people; non motivated artist people.

problems of fall 2015

Fearful and conservative of health so nothing extreme could be done.

Unnecessary classes at a time of great and profound weakness.

Just very hostile passive aggressive women from fall 2013 and spring 2014 attacking me.

Unsupportive and hostile parents who diminish creative gains.

No help with creative efforts.

Grave depression.

Drowning in works.

Quit Mk Mzodern.

Bad form to reach comic goals. Doing too much large scale things at once to be successful.

Problems of fall 2016

Literally being beaten alive by hostile passive aggressive women and sustaining a brain injury that completely destroyed my goals.

Bad art teacher.

Trump supporters and racist/self hating peers.

Unsupportive parents.

Toxic family members.

Everything being left on your shoulders to do; ensure safety, respect and ability to do anything in which you wish to do without being pestered. The realities of being discriminated throughly against.

Past aggressive women + new aggressive peoples just make for bad times and just bad quality of days.

Constantly having to moving because of aggressors.

problems of fall 2017

Having to stop recovery effort to navigate through school.

Trying to recover what happened in fall 2013 better.

Continuing creative works and reviving them.

New creative works conflicting with old ones.

How to apply a new method to create comics.

Disrespect of graphic design teachers and their favoritism.

Seeing the racial inequalities between two school's graphic design programs.

Problems of fall 2018

Lack of respect for my accomplishments.

Bratty women combined with past aggressors equal not so great times.

Being the only one aware of an issue to try to make it better.

People trying to get close in with you just to backstab you.

Hatred of father against creative efforts and you especially.

Having to stay up on Christmas to launch the Zino Flyboy effort.

Having no one to trust.

People literally being idiots and wasting their potential and even potential of being socially amicable and not hostile.

Waste of hope that college would finally be the dream I thought it should be of educational, social and creative endeavor benefits.

Problems of fall 2019

Being so scorned from what happened in the past, that you minimize going anywhere of the educational sort and take everything online.

Having to choose between continuing to draw comic efforts or to color what you already have.

Noticing a strange cold like sickness in later November and December and thinking its just the cold.

No women.

Continuing to be harassed and guilted by past women even now added onto in number than ever before.

Made fun of by tutor with a boyfriend and a muslim girl just trying to complete a requirement for an assignment.

Having to stifle some works just to do well in school.

Problems of fall 2020

Stuck at home and realizing that its for the best as the world is hostile.

Staying away from women realizing a person just cannot win no matter how hard they try, some people just will assume you are a bounty for some nonexistent crime of order and just will traitor you when you did literally nothing against anyone. Yet realize that people will see more benefit in betraying you than wanting to be with you and acknowledge you as a person. No matter the optimism in the past-the painful acts of people were too much to even hope for anything as well as a pandemic making any sort of dating impossible.

Reviving my greatest works and no one giving a fuck.

Trying to sell stuff and no one giving a fuck.

Working on how to better myself and get from out of the ditch I was in.

Continued works on things but in consideration of my health was a hard thing to figure out.

No women.

Convincing some dumb former women friend from highschool to vote.

Worrying about the elections.

Realizing the college adventure is nearly over and really have no real good times to show for it; everyone was a piece of shit aka horde of hostile women and other folks who I of course was not interested in romantically.