I don't even know where to begin. This cat is internally mixed up with emotions that I'm scared to bring them out for multiple outcomes. So I'll try to explain the entirety as a whole as best as I can.

Picture yourself in the fandom for the first time. Got a unique personality and fursona, meet up with fellow furs and having the time of your life. You meet your potential mate that for some reason no one else likes but is no different than any other person. Since your partnership with a common yet awesome themed pairing you've become the next talk of the fandom. Going to different cons trying things no other fus has done and loving you for it. Sounds good right?

Then jealousy looms in and their perfect partner in crime, reality, is there to make sure you won't succeed. Or rather...I'll tell you at the end. Suddenly there are rumors flying about how unfit you are. How horribly responsible and childish you are. Even to a point where they wish to see your mate in jail. As a result, betrayal after betrayal of roommates leaving you, "wishing you luck," dealing with asshole bosses to the point on unemployment. But with the rare few friends you have left, you still survive, you still fight. A bold adventure indeed correct?

Now let me throw in something else. Within these tough times, you continue to be the same cool fursona at every convention you attend. But no matter how much fun you have, something will always ruin that moment. If not AT the convention, then GUARANTEED after you arrive home. Now stretch those moments I've explained to a span of eight years... But something happened. You were offered a second chance at redemption. It will be a tough ride with more assholes and sacrifice. But with enough tenacity, strength and determination (sorry undertale fans, had to be said), you will finally succeed...and you did...for a brief moment.

Blazger and I have finally landed a real full time job. We have our own apartment. And throughout all of the time we spent helping another fur that was also back-stabbed, the three of us made it to Midwest FurFest. I had a spectacular time at MFF. We saved up to get new stuff before and during the con. Blaze has a new suit, sponsored for the first time, purchased our own room instead of rooming in with anyone under their rules and even brought trinkets and toys. At the end of it all, we still have enough money to last until our next pay period.

But the instant we made it back home, someone had to be an asshole and set our apartment stairway on fire in hopes that we burn. Luckily our door was metal blocking the flames away and our friend was up at the time to call the fire department to put the flames out while we're at work. Although everything is still intact, the clean up crew said that we have to move our stuff out for the time being. Even though everything will play out okay, it all boils down to one point. I can't be happy. It's like I'm not allowed to have fun or I'll suffer the consequences afterwards. Really? I have finally done something absolute and fully legit yet I'm still being punished for it?

I don't know what to think:
One part says keep fighting - (What. Only to have another good moment ruined again?)
Another says stop trying - (But everyone will be worried sick about you)
Let your anger out - (So that everyone will fear you for going out of control)
Then there's this; a pity post that everyone read about and kills THEIR day.

Can Blazger and I finally get back to normal and keep it that way without someone or something destroying it? For now, I seriously doubt it. Weather it's fate or someone's diabolical scheme, i'm calling you out. If you want our lives to be a living hell, then end it already.

I'm done playing...
-Frostcat

(Let's just hope that this side of me passes too)