I have received at least a couple hundred messages complaining about Clint. Everyone always tells me she looks like an emoji, that she's not a balanced design and that her proportions vary wildly from picture to picture, that her tits ain't shit and that her name isn't even a girl's name. Do you know how hard it is to put up with this on top of my day to day? I can't even get up right away in the mornings because of how much tear crust is left in my eyes, gluing them shut. Tears caused by YOU PEOPLE! Then I get my cereal bowl off my floor and go to the kitchen for some special K and wouldn't you know it! Someone brought roaches to my house and they got into my cereal. Maybe I could afford more cereal if this country respected college educated artists. I spent 9 years earning my bachelors in fine arts, but I guess that isn't good enough for a clean freakin' bowl of cereal?!? It's not like I'm avoiding job hunting. I keep attempting to get into contact with Steven Spielberg so I can prove that I'm a real fucking artist and that I deserve a job at Dreamworks, but I get ignored. I have a 32 inch Wacom and people still don't take me serious. It doesn't help that I need to keep buying new Wacom pens because they keep getting gunked up and lose pressure sensitivity. My 12th one came just last week, and you know what happened? The UPS lady who handed it off to me plugged her nose! That's how shitty Wacom pens are; even the UPS lady knew. So now I just have to eat spoonfuls of corn starch and peanut butter while slaving away on my craft for people like YOU! YOU FUCKING CRITICS! So you know what?..... I'm done.. I'll never draw anything else ever again unless maybe (and that's a massive maybe) I get 100 messages begging me to stay by the end of today. Otherwise you're losing the best thing that ever happened to the art community and that's no joke............