It's a long explanation as to why I must say farwell to this fandom. Two weeks ago I had seen my school counselor due to an issue I had been dealing with for the past 5 yearsprior to my recent change: hearing voices in my head. I told her about the fact the my "imaginary friends" were dying and that I needed help. Unfortunately, the help I would be seeking would mean the end to my so called "friends." It has been a rather depressing departure for them but I know now that the creativities held captive in my mind were not meant for me to live in. Be that as it may, the world I was creating was meant to collide with reality. A chance for the creatures and landscapes locked within the inner crevasse of my mental structure to live in the real world that surrounds me. But alas, I am too young and inexperienced to create such wonders. This fandom has done a lot of damage to my mind. However, I have been given a mindset which beholds high strength in the creation of a vast canvas in which my imagination roams the wild and colorful plains of realities challanges. I've had my fun imagining the adventure for the characters of this fandom. But now, I must leave. I'll be back in maybe 7 or 8 years when I've settled the score with my mental inequities. This so called "paranoid schizophrenia" as diagnosed by my psychiatrist will be dealt with in the near future. As I type the words to this philosophical segment, I am dealing with my demons as we speak. My medications thawrt the efforts of my illness' goal. I am being helped by the resources I thoguht would destroy my world. Looking back, I realized that whom I thought of as my arch nemisis is now my greatest friend. Reality.


Goodbye furry fandom, it has been fun. But now I must return to the reality from wence I came to survive in the real world.