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This is a response from https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/7362828/ by 
htfcuddles
NOTES: This was WAAY before I joined the furry community that changed my life. There's some drama involved, pain, and mental moments. So this journal is pretty adult and it won't be shared to DA. Also, thank you for sharing your life story Vic. You inspired me to write this.
FIRST JOB: DISHWASHER
Around 2007, I was a high school student and I took a part-time job as a dishwasher. It was pretty easy, and I met some nice people along the way. However, it was noisy, I wasn't allowed to use headphones, and I got a little intimated at first, but people helped me along the way because they knew I'm anti-social. I was only there for special occasions when it was busy so sadly, I didn't save much money until i graduated high school. The boss wasn't happy that I was going to college so she let me go. I made no regrets though. During those times, I had an interest of writing, so I wrote essays, poems, and tons of scripts. Since some people had watched me write stories, I decided that I wanted to be a film writer. I wanted to write fantasy. However, there are people that always ignored my stories, that's how cruel it can be to become a writer...
SECOND JOB: SUBWAY
After my first community college class, I left my hometown to pursue my dreams to become a filmmaker. At the time, I didn't have the money to pay for a car so I had to use the bus to transport. Sadly, my independence didn't work at all. My second job was Subway and I didn't even last two days. I feel like I was a failure in life because I didn't made any friends at all. I was a hard drinker and I thought alcohol will help my problems. It's not worth mentioning this part because it didn't last very long and I was losing all of my savings because of shelter income so I had no choice but to move to my sister's place. Everything was going well until we started having arguments and such. It gets worse for the third..
THIRD JOB: JANITOR
From this point around March 2012, I was in complete depression despite that I had a new job. I couldn't think about anything. Basically, I was a janitor but operating a huge cleaning machine was a hard thing to do. There are times when I get yelled at, screamed at, and telling me I'm the worse employer yet. I eventually snapped and quit. After that though, in the next day, I needed severe help. I feared of losing my money, I feared of being kicked out in the streets, I feared of hunger, I feared of loneliness, and there was only one thing that I needed to do to myself. My mind went so out of control, that I almost destroyed anything that was in my apartment. I threw furniture down, cursed every swear word out of the book, wanted to destroy the kitchen, and I was a mad drunk because I drank again. I was so angry that I just wanted people to understand me and my feelings. Eventually, in the next morning, I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted everything in my life to end and start all over again. In other words: I attempted to commit suicide... But I didn't go through with it. After calling 911, I was hospitalized, knowing that people cared, but my visions of being alone didn't go away. From this point, I thought death can free me from my suffering, but I realized it would destroy my family if I was gone. I didn't realize that my family was this supportive, though I needed some time to think...
FOURTH JOB: HOUSEKEEPING
After my moments at the hospital, I was released in the next day, and I couldn't think what I wanted to do with my life. However, I got another shitty job as a housekeeper and my boss is a racist bitch. But other than that, I was getting paid little by little. She was against disability people like me. I didn't tell her my condition though since this was all about "survival." Anyway, in the past few months, I started browsing the Internet and I accidentally misspelled a letter and I eventually discovered "vore" in a Google image... I looked into it because I was curious. It came into Deviantart. Yes, I forgot to mention that I was once "TomX356" in that site but I abandoned that site for reasons that I keep to myself. Perhaps in another time. Vore sounds sweet yet so awkward to look at, but it has that warm, fuzzy-feeling in my heart. I looked at A's artwork, Mile's stories, and many others and I was completely inspired... At first, I didn't know what to do... In the next few days of searching for after work, I decided to make a "private account" and joined the DA chatrooms. Suddenly, I made multiple friends welcoming me with open arms. I didn't know what to think at all but it made me really happy. It wasn't over yet though...
FIFTH JOB: GENERAL LABOURER (SAWMILL)
I left the city and moved back to my hometown. I have my own apartment at the time and I got a new job at the sawmill. Life was going so well for me until some old friends had suddenly turned on me. It was a few years but I had enough of their bullshit, but that didn't mean that I still had my wonderful friends left, just not the ones that were in the DA chatrooms anymore so I left. I continued to write more, commissioned, and I was very happy. I created my OC and I wanted to think of myself as a "wandering kitten" until I realized it was a good idea to make him a dragon as well. The job was hell though, but despite of it all, life was a little better. However, I feel like I needed more, and I've lived up to that hell too many times... Being yelled at, managed, people bullying me, I've had enough of that bullshit. It was time for me to move on...
NOW: COLLEGE
My life continued and I quit my old job for good. I moved back to my parent's place, lived here for almost two years, and I'm determined about this new class I'm taking. It's completely online so this means, I have no boss, no management, and I wanted to be independent. This means, I'll still be working for a company, even though I'll be at home. As long as I have my furry friends, I'll move forward with my life, and my new goal is to leave my hometown, and hopefully live with a friend. The furry community is my home. I wanted to do Medical Transcription. After all I've suffered, you make me the reason that I lived, and made me feel that I'm not lonely. And of course, it's for my lovely cat: Hobbes. As long as my kitten-dragons and cats are right beside me, watching me from the shadows, I'll keep moving forward in this life. Even if it means things will get rough, I know that I'm not alone. Not anymore.
Don't give up, and be happy. Adulthood will be the hardest thing in your entire life but I know you'll find your pathway. Because you see? Everything will be, alright
Love you very much. You're all wonderful friends. These past 3 years were wonderful to me and you made my life a happy place.
- DragonX1010
Prey Room Info: https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/7360768/
htfcuddles NOTES: This was WAAY before I joined the furry community that changed my life. There's some drama involved, pain, and mental moments. So this journal is pretty adult and it won't be shared to DA. Also, thank you for sharing your life story Vic. You inspired me to write this.
FIRST JOB: DISHWASHER
Around 2007, I was a high school student and I took a part-time job as a dishwasher. It was pretty easy, and I met some nice people along the way. However, it was noisy, I wasn't allowed to use headphones, and I got a little intimated at first, but people helped me along the way because they knew I'm anti-social. I was only there for special occasions when it was busy so sadly, I didn't save much money until i graduated high school. The boss wasn't happy that I was going to college so she let me go. I made no regrets though. During those times, I had an interest of writing, so I wrote essays, poems, and tons of scripts. Since some people had watched me write stories, I decided that I wanted to be a film writer. I wanted to write fantasy. However, there are people that always ignored my stories, that's how cruel it can be to become a writer...
SECOND JOB: SUBWAY
After my first community college class, I left my hometown to pursue my dreams to become a filmmaker. At the time, I didn't have the money to pay for a car so I had to use the bus to transport. Sadly, my independence didn't work at all. My second job was Subway and I didn't even last two days. I feel like I was a failure in life because I didn't made any friends at all. I was a hard drinker and I thought alcohol will help my problems. It's not worth mentioning this part because it didn't last very long and I was losing all of my savings because of shelter income so I had no choice but to move to my sister's place. Everything was going well until we started having arguments and such. It gets worse for the third..
THIRD JOB: JANITOR
From this point around March 2012, I was in complete depression despite that I had a new job. I couldn't think about anything. Basically, I was a janitor but operating a huge cleaning machine was a hard thing to do. There are times when I get yelled at, screamed at, and telling me I'm the worse employer yet. I eventually snapped and quit. After that though, in the next day, I needed severe help. I feared of losing my money, I feared of being kicked out in the streets, I feared of hunger, I feared of loneliness, and there was only one thing that I needed to do to myself. My mind went so out of control, that I almost destroyed anything that was in my apartment. I threw furniture down, cursed every swear word out of the book, wanted to destroy the kitchen, and I was a mad drunk because I drank again. I was so angry that I just wanted people to understand me and my feelings. Eventually, in the next morning, I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted everything in my life to end and start all over again. In other words: I attempted to commit suicide... But I didn't go through with it. After calling 911, I was hospitalized, knowing that people cared, but my visions of being alone didn't go away. From this point, I thought death can free me from my suffering, but I realized it would destroy my family if I was gone. I didn't realize that my family was this supportive, though I needed some time to think...
FOURTH JOB: HOUSEKEEPING
After my moments at the hospital, I was released in the next day, and I couldn't think what I wanted to do with my life. However, I got another shitty job as a housekeeper and my boss is a racist bitch. But other than that, I was getting paid little by little. She was against disability people like me. I didn't tell her my condition though since this was all about "survival." Anyway, in the past few months, I started browsing the Internet and I accidentally misspelled a letter and I eventually discovered "vore" in a Google image... I looked into it because I was curious. It came into Deviantart. Yes, I forgot to mention that I was once "TomX356" in that site but I abandoned that site for reasons that I keep to myself. Perhaps in another time. Vore sounds sweet yet so awkward to look at, but it has that warm, fuzzy-feeling in my heart. I looked at A's artwork, Mile's stories, and many others and I was completely inspired... At first, I didn't know what to do... In the next few days of searching for after work, I decided to make a "private account" and joined the DA chatrooms. Suddenly, I made multiple friends welcoming me with open arms. I didn't know what to think at all but it made me really happy. It wasn't over yet though...
FIFTH JOB: GENERAL LABOURER (SAWMILL)
I left the city and moved back to my hometown. I have my own apartment at the time and I got a new job at the sawmill. Life was going so well for me until some old friends had suddenly turned on me. It was a few years but I had enough of their bullshit, but that didn't mean that I still had my wonderful friends left, just not the ones that were in the DA chatrooms anymore so I left. I continued to write more, commissioned, and I was very happy. I created my OC and I wanted to think of myself as a "wandering kitten" until I realized it was a good idea to make him a dragon as well. The job was hell though, but despite of it all, life was a little better. However, I feel like I needed more, and I've lived up to that hell too many times... Being yelled at, managed, people bullying me, I've had enough of that bullshit. It was time for me to move on...
NOW: COLLEGE
My life continued and I quit my old job for good. I moved back to my parent's place, lived here for almost two years, and I'm determined about this new class I'm taking. It's completely online so this means, I have no boss, no management, and I wanted to be independent. This means, I'll still be working for a company, even though I'll be at home. As long as I have my furry friends, I'll move forward with my life, and my new goal is to leave my hometown, and hopefully live with a friend. The furry community is my home. I wanted to do Medical Transcription. After all I've suffered, you make me the reason that I lived, and made me feel that I'm not lonely. And of course, it's for my lovely cat: Hobbes. As long as my kitten-dragons and cats are right beside me, watching me from the shadows, I'll keep moving forward in this life. Even if it means things will get rough, I know that I'm not alone. Not anymore.
Don't give up, and be happy. Adulthood will be the hardest thing in your entire life but I know you'll find your pathway. Because you see? Everything will be, alright
Love you very much. You're all wonderful friends. These past 3 years were wonderful to me and you made my life a happy place.
- DragonX1010
Prey Room Info: https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/7360768/
You keep on going!