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Yep. I'm still me. Still sorrowed. Still unsatisfied. Still miserable. But this is the only place I can hide away anymore, and I know no one will find me here. In reality, yes I am hiding. Hiding from the world I find so cold. Where everyone hides the true things they feel , but at night they let all their hatred and their true selves free. I find as time goes on, it gets worse and realize I have no place in this world. Where my friends insult my beliefs and I say nothing because their all I have. I have nothing in this life. No friends, no enemies, only people I met in passing. Is suicide really that funny? Does me having a spot of extreme s

I know I don't do much here anymore. What can I say? Depression took my passion for drawing. And as for my personal self, Im not doing so well either. Im findin my way around the furry fandom with the help of someone, but now I'm wondering if that's such a good idea. I mean he seems nice, but he also seems a bit two faced, as well as a rider. I want to trust him and think he's the best, but as I listen and hear him trash those he used to respect, I too feel I may be included in there. He also seems to trash so much what is his and such, like his grandmother or country.I can understand a hate for the government, but this is in every aspect, su

I'm just tired. Tired of everything. Tired of hatred towards fellow man. Tired of disrespect and lock of care for others. Tired of drama. Tired of wondering things I'll never know. Tired of being treated like shit. Tired of waking up and seeing how bad this world is. Tired of being such an anomaly. Tired of peoples' attitudes. Tired of not being good enough. Tired of living. Tired of feeling the way I feel. Tired of everything, because no matter what I try to do, it never works. I'm tired guys. I'm just tired.