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My life (Read if you want)
10 years ago
I'm a little Chakat, short and stout. This is my tail and this is my snout.
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I am a 19 year old FtM that has only 2 pairs of boxer briefs and a pair of guy shorts that are too small. All my other clothes are girly and make me feel wrong sometimes. But sometimes I like wearing them. And I don't know if that is cause I'm suppose to or because I do like them sometimes.
I have horrible anxiety and depression that makes it hard for me to get a job because I feel like I'm going to cry and puke at the thought. I want to make money with my art because I love to draw, but my tablet cord broke and I don't have the money for it. All I have is two sketch books, some old pencils, a lining pen, and some crappy colored pencils. I also don't feel my art is all that good and constantly only want to draw headshots. I don't really know where I want to go with my art style wise and am afraid I'm not good enough to try any.
We don't have any money and my mom who has spent 18 years spoiling me so much, wouldn't buy me underwear. I am suddenly shoved from a life of going on Disney cruises every two years, to not knowing if I will have a house. I don't have the money to buy sharpies for my traditional art, let alone a new tablet to do commissions. And even when I had a tablet, no one wanted my art.
I want to help my mate that does so much for me. I want to buy him things and make him happy but I am so poor and can't bring myself to get a job.
I am indecisive as fuck. I have changed my fursona well over 30 times. I don't know if when I become a male if I want just a dick, or a dick and a vag. It took me forever to come to terms with being FtM because I was afraid to set anything in stone. I am so afraid of commitment unless it's about my mate.
I feel like I am standing in a room full of people screaming and begging for help but no one hears me. I feel like so many people don't even care about me. I feel like only a select few people don't want me to die. And almost none of them are in my family. I've had death wished on me by two of my family members. I self harmed not too long ago and still have the cuts.
People look at me and see a usually happy person. They don't know how hard it is for me sometimes. And I'm trying to tell people but no one can help me. No one wants to help me. I just want out.
I have horrible anxiety and depression that makes it hard for me to get a job because I feel like I'm going to cry and puke at the thought. I want to make money with my art because I love to draw, but my tablet cord broke and I don't have the money for it. All I have is two sketch books, some old pencils, a lining pen, and some crappy colored pencils. I also don't feel my art is all that good and constantly only want to draw headshots. I don't really know where I want to go with my art style wise and am afraid I'm not good enough to try any.
We don't have any money and my mom who has spent 18 years spoiling me so much, wouldn't buy me underwear. I am suddenly shoved from a life of going on Disney cruises every two years, to not knowing if I will have a house. I don't have the money to buy sharpies for my traditional art, let alone a new tablet to do commissions. And even when I had a tablet, no one wanted my art.
I want to help my mate that does so much for me. I want to buy him things and make him happy but I am so poor and can't bring myself to get a job.
I am indecisive as fuck. I have changed my fursona well over 30 times. I don't know if when I become a male if I want just a dick, or a dick and a vag. It took me forever to come to terms with being FtM because I was afraid to set anything in stone. I am so afraid of commitment unless it's about my mate.
I feel like I am standing in a room full of people screaming and begging for help but no one hears me. I feel like so many people don't even care about me. I feel like only a select few people don't want me to die. And almost none of them are in my family. I've had death wished on me by two of my family members. I self harmed not too long ago and still have the cuts.
People look at me and see a usually happy person. They don't know how hard it is for me sometimes. And I'm trying to tell people but no one can help me. No one wants to help me. I just want out.
also, I actually like your art, it's pretty good