This comic got so many comments on gURL.com. Reading this almost ten years after I wrote and drew it, it sounds almost mawkish in places. But I remember that all of this was real and all of this hurt. And in every comment, that hurt is echoed by another human being. I wish I could reach out and blot out all the pain with my hands. But I don’t know how. I can only make comics. And web sites. And try to do good. Press onward. Ever onward.
(Luckily, most people grow out of this. It gets better.)