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posted 2 years ago π€ KING OF THE DAMNEDπ€ | Support me with Shinies!
Hit a rough patch today. Still trying to shake it off but its kinda hard.
Its the 'Ex-Fighting Dog' thing in my life.
I don't know how to behave around people who love me and see every little thing as bad. I'm not used to it.
I feel like some fuckin' social outcast, a dog with a muzzle, a fighting dog learning how to live within walls with family and friends.
Still have all my aggression, my pent up rage, but I can't let it out or let it go. So it builds up and explodes in a bite.
I can be a goof, a clown, protective, even overprotective...but I do it out of how I show my affection towards others.
My dark side is lethal, I know that, I don't want to harm anyone or even feel this deep depression and anxiety that makes things hard to live with.
Sometimes I like to go back to my favourite book, White Fang.
He was used as a fighting dog, til it was all over and he almost died to another - so he was deemed useless and was going to be put down/shot if I remember. But he was taken in, but distrustful of man and their sticks. Its how I feel. Very much so as a Therian, the human aspect of my life is beyond me now...I just want someone to help me, take me in and show me the world isn't so bad...but let me run free with my pack, my friends.
I dunno. Post Christmas Blues I guess.
I feel a bit left behind.
(No home of my own and no one seems to want me for longer than I need to.)
Fleabag ©
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Its the 'Ex-Fighting Dog' thing in my life.
I don't know how to behave around people who love me and see every little thing as bad. I'm not used to it.
I feel like some fuckin' social outcast, a dog with a muzzle, a fighting dog learning how to live within walls with family and friends.
Still have all my aggression, my pent up rage, but I can't let it out or let it go. So it builds up and explodes in a bite.
I can be a goof, a clown, protective, even overprotective...but I do it out of how I show my affection towards others.
My dark side is lethal, I know that, I don't want to harm anyone or even feel this deep depression and anxiety that makes things hard to live with.
Sometimes I like to go back to my favourite book, White Fang.
He was used as a fighting dog, til it was all over and he almost died to another - so he was deemed useless and was going to be put down/shot if I remember. But he was taken in, but distrustful of man and their sticks. Its how I feel. Very much so as a Therian, the human aspect of my life is beyond me now...I just want someone to help me, take me in and show me the world isn't so bad...but let me run free with my pack, my friends.
I dunno. Post Christmas Blues I guess.
I feel a bit left behind.
(No home of my own and no one seems to want me for longer than I need to.)
Fleabag ©

Art ©
π€π₯I WAS BORN TO BE ANYTHING I WANTED TO BE
RAISED TO BE FUCKING MEAN
I'M A MASTERPIECE
BLASPHEMY MEET AGAIN IN A WORLD SO VICIOUS
CHILDREN CRYING, MOTHERS SCREAM, FATHERS DRINK
ALL YOU BASTARDS SCREAM!!!π₯π€
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