Argh! Even though I did not expect to make contact within the first week, the lack of contact is frustrating! I love being a Furry more than anything else, and I Know that this could be one of the best things to ever happen to me, but... I can't seem to find others like me! Most of my friends have been tolerant to my change, and a few have been understanding. Regardless, none of them feel the same way. I may even be the only one in my School to be a Furry! I mean, I search for others, but no luck. I very well cant just yell out that I am a Furry, and I am looking for others like me, can I? What a joke, I finally became a member of furaffinity, and I am still barred from finding others! I posted in a forum today about my fursona, but Something tells me that I will find no reply. Damn! It's such a shame that I am so shy, this mental block restrains me from even sending a message to a random user! I believe that it is my fear of rejection that stops me also. Oh, my white tiger, if only I could switch places with you! Maybe I should post my journals in a thread, and hope for someone understanding to happen across them! No, It would be locked and deleted because it would be titled as SPAM. As bleak as it looks, I fear my only chance for contact will be in 2011 at scotiacon in Scotland! Unfortunately, I do not know how I will be able to get there. Regardless, I must travel there, whatever the cost. There must be some kind of website that I can go to where I can Meet people like me! By God, There must be some people in my area who are Furry, There HAVE to be! I don't know what I would do if there weren't! What is the point of being a Furry then, If all I can do is watch from a distance! That is what I have done with everything for my entire life! I will stop it now! I refuse to stand idly by and watch this great opportunity pass me by. I WILL CATCH IT! If only I could make just One contact, that would lead me to a firm grasp on the matter. What Stops me? What is the impenetrable barrier that bars my path? My life even? Is it me? Could I be the very thing that I can not pass? Am I stopping myself? Why? How even? If I knew how, I would do something. There must be a way, I am close, I can feel it! It is as if I am finally at the top of a glass wall, the last obstacle between me and my objective. a wall that was supposedly impossible to climb, and at the top, I find a perfect row of glass spikes preventing me from climbing over. I am hanging in the balance; I need a friend to pull me up and over that woeful ridge of spikes! Why can I not shout for help? What seals my jaws, silences my lips? Oh the mystery to end all mysteries! I must post this journal somewhere, I must overcome! I WILL pull myself over, despite the risk of injury. I have seen a submissions category that was labeled for stories, maybe I can post it there! Dear listener, Please understand that I have put my self on the line for posting this! I will take a chance, and should I fail, so be it.