Transcript:
The title text is illustrated as a raging fire, smoke moves left into the first panel.
Panel 1:
Ellie is sitting slouched on the floor, charred and dirty in front of a pile of burning smoking art supplies.
Top Caption: I think I’m Burnt out.
Dialogue: Youve got to be fucking with me.
Bottom Caption: And I’m pissed about it.
The mid section of the comic is panelless, a small figure of Ellie walks across the page in three steps.
Step 1:
Ellie is walking with a pep in their step and their backpack on, ready to take on the world.
Caption: I thought I had it all under control.
Dialogue: I know how to make time for myself and do a lot of work!
Step 2:
Ellie has tripped and fallen because of a pothole labeled “Pothole of emotional inconvenience”
Dialogue: oof! It’s okay, I can get back up.
Step 3:
Ellie has gotten back up, the pep has returned to their step and they are marching along with their eyes closed, not noticing that their foot is stepping into a hole labeled “The pit of personal crisis”
Dialogue: See! I’m fi-
Ellie has fallen into the pit on the right side of the page, they are on the ground holding their head trying to recover and from the right side of the page, a demon on top of a flaming drafting table next to a sign saying “Cave of Professional Anxiety” is pointing and yelling at them.
Dialogue:
Demon: You! Make a career defining magnum opus right now!
Ellie: But I’m tired and everything hurts.
Demon: Fuck you too bad!
The comic ends with a final row of three panels.
Panel 1:
A close up of dirty burnt up Ellie staring blankly at a lit match.
Top Caption: I’m trying to be kind to myself.
Bottom caption: Or whatever
Panel 2:
A close up of Ellie lighting a scented candle with the match.
Top Caption: Im only 21
Bottom Caption: I have time
Panel 3:
Ellie is relaxing with their eyes closed in a bubble bath. There is a thought bubble over their head that reads, “Maybe those ‘self care’ girlies were on to something with this.”
Bottom Caption: And I can’t make shit if I’m running on empty.
