Work has me bent. Nonstop, little rest.

New years eve i worm til 730 pm, get home at 9, go to work at 330 am. They know my commute, they dont care.

Ive also got at best until 2020 to live, so I wont start anything anyone might miss.

Im an otherkin who always wanted community, but I cant drop donations to be a respected community member and I have no talents for the furry fandom to give me any attention.

Decades of no advancement due to work and lack of criticism among my peers and friends have left me shallow in talent, never pass the opportunity to help others grow. Or their heart can grow cold and their spirit diminish when they have nothing to smile about, not even a place among their own friends.

I really enjoyed the furry fandom, I'll lie cold in my grave having always longed to be a proper member of it.