I dont know how to tell you people this... but I'm a furry.....
Perhaps some dreams are best left forgotten...
So I've been working on a small game project, i doubt it's gonna stay that name but here's a screenshot of the title screen
The watchers enjoy hunting at night...
Sorry to suddenly drop a serious post, but I have nowhere else to talk about this. I just took the statistics survey for The Trevor Project (Linked here: https://trevorredcap.trvr.org/surveys/?s=ARPMDR8AYPPW9XXC&nsli=V1ETx3Ef)
and it's just reminded me of how much i suffered due to my parents being awful people.
I'm a shell of the person I used to be, and I hate every bit of myself in ways that don't even make sense anymore. I've given up on basically all of my dreams because of the nagging voice of my parents in my head telling me how stupid it all is, how my happiness is a detriment to them because it's not making them happy. How my basic identity is a mistake, and how I'm wrong for existing.
I can't create anymore because I hate it all, I hate myself and I can't ever feel comfortable. I have no space that I belong in, I don't fit any defined label and no matter what I do I'll always be mediocre at best with it.
There is no moral, but I wish everyone a happy pride month and I'm hoping I can enjoy artfight next month.
A hotel for the people in my mind.Puppygirl, Autist, Gamedev
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