what i really want/need is a good, hard reset. well, realistically its more like log off, shut down, unplug, throw the phone/tablet "computer" in a dumpster. I can't deal with the ghost of mindy, and the fucked thing is the whole time i thought i was doing good stuff and nobody fucking even bothered to let me know the whole thing was fucked in the brain. One Liger tried to tell me, but he also had the wrong idea of the problem so his solution was wrong and i ignored him wholesale. I should have listened to the half he was right about though. my parents weren't the problem. but neither were the furries. and the stuff, cars and folks have done nothing but try to help me in the directions i now realize i would have rathered go in. the buildings tried to show me where to go. do you have any idea how much better life would be if people would just understand each other instead of whatever is going on now? its like living in a soap opera and it fucking sucks.

i know the big stupid thing is trying to cannibalize my past because i was telling people where i came from when i guess they were looking for their own futures. god damn i hate phone-ese. but you know, i fucking lived it and all i ever was was behind the scenes of everybody else's stuff. i got mad because i never got a time to shine or participate, and when i showed interest in things, immediately after that some assbags with annoying garbage would come along and ruin it for me. Yeah, maybe sean salisbury was kinda boring but he made for a better announcer than Tim "OH MY GOD NOW THEY'RE GOING OVER THERE. ITS A BIG HIT AND THEY'RE OVER THERE NOW" Green. please for christ sake shut up, i can see what's fucking happening and i can't hear the metal on metal carnage over your annoying tiktok reaction video voice that came 15 years too early. well, you know, fuck having my own stupid story- i'm over it. and see if i ever want to share anything with anybody again after all this fucking bullshit i've been put through. abandoned left and right when they soaked up enough of me and left me with nothing. i wanted a friend, i don't know what the fuck it was i got. from where i'm sitting now it sure looks like Jack Shit. now i'm over it, over friends. who needs em. i do not want a companion. just leave me alone. and that includes the fucking predatory prices and arbitrary barriers. get the hell out of my way and leave me alone. i'm not playing. i will never play.

you know, i heard someplace in the woods that "things get better" and "it will be okay". i wonder if there's any truth to that old story, or if it might as well be curtains.


P.S. if you or a loved one steal my fursonas when/if i'm gone or otherwise you WILL be subject to a ghost with a pair of dull rusty scissors in a locked, isolated room and whatever happens at that point is none of my business. so go on, be a good little fluff and make your fucking own like you're supposed to. you're not special and the rules do apply to you. get over it.