T: I keep saying the last con was going to be my last because I felt so out of place there, and yet here I am again. All these other furs meeting and greeting and having a good time, and here I am too pathetic to even approach them. Everyone draws and writes and emproves better than me, and I envy them and hate them. Gawd this sucks, and I'm running out of money. I wish Malady was here so she could show me what to do to fit in. Maybe kill those three and make me feel better. What are they saying anyways? May if I tag behind them and don't say anything, they'll lead me to somewhere kewl. I hope so. I like the classes, but I can't do that stuff. I wish I could, but I can't. Damnnit, why do I set myself up for these depressing moments.