So uh, hi everyone, I have some news. I’m not dead but I was pretty close. someone did break into my house a few weeks ago. I was hurt really badly and my shit was destroyed or stolen. I called the cops who decided to take almost an hour to show up. My shit is wrecked, and 1/?
My legs don’t work for shit so it’s been hard to clean up, my only fursuit was ruined, and the medical care I need is going to make me go broke. I don’t know what I’m going to do, I know I can’t do this along but I don’ have any family or friends, I really REALLY don’t want 2/?
I don’t talk smoothly,my voice is always hard or shrill. Even when I try to comfort its brash.
So tonight when I turned off the light, spun to my cat and said “it’s time to go to bed sweetheart.” In a sweet, soft voice, I startled myself & I realized he brought out the best in me