So when I first became a furry. Its was great I had tons of friends instantly. then my mom died. I was 11 and hit me hard. When she died it took a part of me. I changed when she died. I always found comfort in furries. But now im not sure. All my friends I used to have have parted ways. Because I changed. I dont talk about my moms death but can you blame me? Im 16 she died when I was 11 on july 13. and my birthday is july16. I cant explain it but she took a big part of me that made me a person. and to e honest Im super depressed. but I lie to pople about it. even worse I lie to my self so mutch that I for get how pathetic I am. I hate this feeling and Im not sure how mutch I can take.