kittystardraco did a great job. Looking good.

(say the following in a bill cosby voice) there you go making me look bad with your fancy icons and your colons and your avatars doh!

Wow. She did a WONDERFUL JOB!!!!! Great job Kittystardraco.

she did everything correctly, except for the nose ring. but thats ok, because it was a last minute addition to my character anyway.

besides, a nose ring wouldn't look good on my fursona, now that i think about it

No not really...but a nose stud might.

i did drew it in the rough but it didnt look nice on the character

im happy you think so ^_^

Yay for happyness!

:O awesome looking

and its ME! YAY!

hey dude. whats up. new poems, new titans and new crap.

"security"? did soomeone steal something from you ?

Its your body. Why shouldn't you be the one to control it.

Hey, its Fisk. You must be the one that Brian wanted me to talk to. He said he needed me to "work my magic" as he puts it. What is that seems to be amiss in your current situation?

Yes... Indeed. Before I took over a few minutes ago, Brian showed me something from your journals, along the lines of "Wrench in gears". He is very fond of your descriptive capabilities and emotional emphasis concerning such a trivial thing as a journal. In any case, this hole of which you speak of, I gather that you are referring to the way you act around people (especially your parents) that causes them to look at you with judgemental eyes. You are afraid for your sanity, asking yourself what would happen if they knew the real you. You are probably quite confident about how it would play, should they discover something that you wish to keep hidden. Rest assured, this mental image of your parents is nothing more than a figment of your so called "mind". In many cases, people with multiple conflicting personalities seem to see their lifes as being "ruled" by their other selves. Come to the realization that your mind is simply an organ. Nothing else. You have the ability to take it out and look at it, though I wouldn't advise this. Coming to this realization should give you a small "out-of-body" experience, in which you see that you are nothing more than an object, breathing and moving. You are in control of what is rightfully yours, just as I can let Brian through anytime I like, for I respect him. Hello! lol! ...... The previous exclamations are a good example of my previous statement. Now, conscerning your health. Brian is unsure what exaclty it is that ails you, however... what? Oh fine. Hello! Hey! Fisk! What? Don't forget about the poem! What poem! "Fallout"! The one you just wrote? Yes! Upload it! But I'm busy talking to converted.... oh fine. I will return. I hopefully have enough understanding of you to believe that what I have stated is correctly justified. Come on! Ok ok! Be right back....

I have returned. Indeed, I knew that I would not be correct in every aspect, for it is not easy to perfectly break down and examine a the psychological make up of a complex identity with only fragments of their own life revealed through journals.

I am awaiting your imput, my friend.

I believe I meant to say "Input"

I see. You are very special. Seeing the world from two views gives you the opportunity to discern two different angls of perception on every subject. Counsiling will not help, this is true. Counsiling is nothing more than emotional cushion that does nothing but comfort us. Useless. There is no such thing as "professional help", for everyone's idea of prefessional help is a person whose profession is giving the mentally unstable a place to live. You are clearly not mentally unstable, for a mentally unstable person wouldn't be able to write this:

"So, I look towards the moon, invisble or full, and pray that some of her sweet light will soothe our lives, just a little bit. But no matter how useless or unheard i go, I still trudge through my days, Placing my fists through glass, rock, and earth, just trying to gain my ground while facing new troubles, handicaps, heart break and loss of life and limb."

If I weren't previously notified by a certain Vakranov, I would have assumed I was enjoying, yet again, my love of books. Such emotion, put to words and letters that spell out the story of grief that you wrap yourselves around each and every day, could not have been written by a mentally unstable person.
As for the illness, I believe it is stress related, seeing as how it occurs in stressful situations. It gives the appearence that your emotions are killing you. Just try to live with it.
And as for smiling in the midst of carnage, it is a very good habit, for it clearly shows that you enjoy be special enough to be allowed such strength. Brian was unable to deal with his problems on his own, so he made me. Perhaps Illusion was created to prove something, perhaps to prove that you have the ability to do whatever you please. I'm probably wrong, so I'll move on. Peace is a virtue. A day alone in the silence of the woods will teach us that, as you have so easily demonstrated. This is an important discovery you have made, for you have realized that peace keeps you safe, and fear of losing peace leads to you death, I'm assuming.
I would like to share something with you:

"And millions in those solitudes, since first the flight of years began, have laid them down in their last sleep, ---The dead reign here alone! So shalt thou rest; and what if thou withdraw in silence from the living, and no friend take note of thy departure? All that breathe will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh when thou art gone, the solemn brood of care plod on, and each one, as before, will chase his favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave their mirth and their employments, and shall come and make their bed with thee. As the long train of ages glide away, the sons of men ---- The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes in the full strength of years, matron and maid, and the sweet babe, and the gray-headed man ---- Shall, one by one, be gathered to thy side by those who in their turn shall follow them. So live, that when thy summons comes to join the innumerable caravan that moves to the pale realms of shade, where each shall take his chamber in the silent halls of death, thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed by an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave like one who wraps the drappery of his couch about him, and lies down to pleasant dreams" Thanatopsis, William Cullen Bryant

You and me are friends. That is true, but death awaits us all, and life is our only gap between you and death. So easy is it to cross, that it should not be feared by any. You and me are good friends. Do you go to any conventions? I would very much like to meet you in person. At least, I would. What about you, Riley? im cool with it. Excellent! You are the most pleasent person I have ever had the pleasure of indulging in a conversation with.

Till we meet again.... BYE!!! ugh...

Thanks fer t3h help fisk!
You are very much welcome, but you have to work on your manners a bit...
he dont care whether im straightforward or not
Your grammer is atrocious, too! You really need to start paying more attention in English 101.
*sighs* but its boring! wait, imma cut you off! Yay thanotpsots
I believe you are referring to Thanatopsis?
yesh. that things awesome!
Indeed, I am in agreement with you.
what?
Ugh... Just eat your sandwhich.
hey! a snadwhich *grabs*