Being a furry in a world full of more socially acceptable "norms" never bothered me much. I wear furry-themed shirts to work and all that. But I never had reason to expect anything to go my way. Then I started looking at the deeper, darker aspects of my sexuality and the history that most likely brought it about. Today I spent a lot of time on self reflection, trying to come up with answers. I know I think too much. Sue me. Anyway, I came to some realizations. They inspired this... whatever you call it.

I can't forget the past, no matter how I try to forgive and forget. I smiles and act like everything's alright. But deep inside, I'm so angry and so mixed-up! Can I ever want the things I should? Will I ever stop wanting what I shouldn't? Will I ever be okay? Will I ever be right again? I know you don't care; that you love me anyway. Shouldn't that make me feel better? I know you're the most important person there is. They say I should be happy by myself. What the hell do they know about happiness?