While working on this continuation of the lemon-squirrel and lemon-bunny story, I read some of the blog posts again I wrote not even a year ago. It's almost unbearable how stupid I feel for writing most of it. I've changed so much since then.

Sometimes I'm really afraid that people judge me for things I've said or done years ago. It's not uncommon for people to forget that others change. One thing that remained consistent for me is how much I hate past versions of myself. It feels scary that others might only know those past versions and think they are me.

Panel 1:
Parrot is laughing maniacally as they flick a gigantic breaker switch.
Panel 2:
The room is filled with lightning, as the silhouettes of lemon-squirrel and lemon-bunny materialize on a table in the center. The beautiful parrot and a bunch of lemon squirrels are watching.
P: IT'S ALIVE!!!
Panel 3:
Lemon-squirrel and lemon-bunny have been brought back to life and are examining each other.
BP: Wow. Was this maniacal act really necessary?
P: I thought it was cool, but now I feel self-conscious about it.
Panel 4:
LB: angry What an abomination are you? I’ve never seen a more pathetic tail.
LS: also angry At least I don’t have stupid ears like you!