StaircaseWit

He leaves anonymous posts on every blog he can find. He tells himself it's cheaper than therapy. He pours his troubles out to an empty form and leaves a fake email, so that no one can ever trace him back. "I know how hard it is to never get a comment on something you've slaved over," he types, barely glancing up to see the comic above his words. "It hurts. I have never been recognized. When I was little, my mother used to take me shopping with her, and she lost me in the grocery store almost every time. I was a quiet child and she misplaced me easily. She never saw what I brought home from school, either. She glanced over it and said 'it's