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I don't mean to make this a support subreddit. That's not what this sub is really here for, but you can't really. At least I cant, just vent to my friends about pursuing further education.

I only really have two friends. I don't just make friends. I mean I don't even know how you're supposed to do that. No one goes out alone because it depresses you even more. It's not as if a random stranger approaches you and wants to be friends. Most friends you make through an event you are attending with friends; or you're forced together through school or some work project.

I have trouble meeting people. I don't want to go out alone. I'll look alone and feel even more alone than I do. The more I sit here and half convince myself that everything will be okay, the worse it gets.

I've never been alone without something to distract me from how alone I really was. I spent lots Of my time playing WoW when I was out of state. It sidetracked me from my internal feelings.

I don't even have a pc anymore, so I feel like I'm really stuck this time. I'll have to deal with the fact that I'm alone.

Honestly, I think when I listen to sad songs it makes me feel okay because someone else has felt the same despair I have. I'm not trying to make myself out to be someone anti social, weird and unlikeable.

At heart im quirky, but I'm really fun and caring. I just, I know inside I have one month to enjoy my current life. After that I'll slowly sulk until every day in depressed again.

It's not as if I can wake myself up and realize that you don't need friends to be happy. It doesn't feel like that's a reality. Without friends I have all this free time alone.

I don't have a mate, and without friends I'll just be another person that spends their days by themselves. My only happiness will be coming home from work to watch tv and sleep. What kind of life is that? I keep falling into it.

Just when things picked up, they got taken away again. No matter who it is, everyone leaves my life. It's not even something I do, it's just lifes circumstances. People have to go to school. It's just reality that you can't keep things the same way they are.

I wish they were, because I keep trapping myself like this into a whirlwind of negative emotions and daydreaming of a better tomorrow. Like, somehow I'll wake up and meet a new group of friends to fill the void. Magically I'll meet someone that I actually get along with, and who won't lie or fuck me over. It's these little tangents of hope that keep me moving, and at the same time coalesce into my heart leaving drops of despair. Every time those hopes fail, it gets worse and worse.

As I sit here at the bottom of a bottle, it really makes me think about my life. Where did I go? I lost everything that made me who I was. I lost the happy to lucky kid that I once was. Do you really call cynicism a synonym for maturity? That's how it feels for me. The older I've gotten I've been able to see clearer that life is just..worthless. without people around you that love and care for you, you're just another lonely person that is passed by without a thought.

I couldn't be more upset and happy with how I am. On one hand, I've confirmed my beliefs that I would turn out just like this. No matter how hard I try to be likeable and a fun character, no one ever asks if I would like to hang out sometime. People are always laughing with me and love my positive energy. That's not how I feel when I'm doing that for you. It's a cry for help. A cry from someone who just wants people who won't leave when they are needed most.

I tell mysel I'll keep these things short, but they never end up like that. I bottle things up until I can't handle It anymore. Then I tell people how I feel all in one burst.

"That's why this guy doesn't have friends." "You should know how to meet people." "Just go out and do things, friends will come."

Yeah. It's easy to say that when you really don't know the feeling. That's not to say others can't relate, but when you try your best and always get beat down, it starts to take effect. I don't know how I'm still standing anymore. Between the dreams of unattainable realities and the letdowns of current reality, I'm on a boat that's sailing through rough seas.

I have my ups and have my downs, but a v8 can't change that. There's nothing magical I can do to make myself have friends. All I'm good for is support. People just think I'm happy and friendly because "I just am", well that's not the truth and no one seems to understand how upset I am to have everything collapse in what will be a short time. When all you have known is two people your whole life and they leave, it's a terrible feeling of helplessness. It's what I have to deal with right now. I never thought I would have to confront this reality, and I'm not equipped for it.

I'm just going to let myself spiral. It will end up happening regardless.

Karbairusa

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Title says it all, really. And yes, it's true. I love furry stuff as much as any of you guys, but I just can't seem to like fursuits, I just find them odd, and even a little disturbing looking if I'm gonna be totally honest. Am I alone in this feeling? It's not just a feeling of "I wouldn't wear them", I just don't like them at all. I think it's mostly the face, they just look too derpy and expressionless and stiff. Plus I've always thought any form of masquerading in general to be a little odd.

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Hey fluffles! Today's question is:

What is your 'Sonas weakness?

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For a long while now I've been this fuzzy stripey pouchy thylacine, and it's great, though recently I've fallen in love with kobolds. I mean the lizardy ones mostly, and I find the "cutebolds", well, adorable. The kobolds I'm trying to focus on are from the D&D (and related) universe.

For those who don't know (or don't feel like googling) kobolds are small anthro reptiles between 2 ft-3.5 ft (.6m-1.06m) tall, who are descended from dragons, are great trap-makers, and are often found serving other beings (usually dragons, but any creature bigger than it is a possible candidate).

Every once in a while, a kobold may have a dragon parent, making them stronger than a normal kobold, along with more vibrant scales the color of it's dragon parent. So I started thinking, what if that dragon parent was a floof dragon, like one of the many floating around the fandom. So viola! A reasonable story for a furry kobold.

So, for those of you still here, I was wondering what your thoughts were on this, if you'd interact with something like this, if the idea is too far fetched or if no one's going to know what I am without an explanation. Let me hear what you guys think! =3

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God of Clay
By Ryan Campbell
Cover Art by Zhivago
259 pp., $17.95 (Kindle, $5.99)
Sofawolf Press, September 2013

With the release of Forest Gods, the second title in Ryan Campbell’s Fire Bearers trilogy, it seemed like a good time to catch up with the first book, God of Clay. I’m only sorry I left it so long, because I thoroughly enjoyed the read.

When the young god Doto discovers that the legendary and feared fire bearers are close by his forest home, he hopes the information will stir his father, Kwaee, to leave his temple and come exploring. Instead, Doto is commanded to bring one of the fire bearers to Kwaee.

Driven from their old home by drought, Clay’s tribe has settled next to a forest. Here, at last, they can rely on the rains, even if the forest itself is filled with dangers and forbidden to even the bravest hunters by King First Claw. Clay, unlike his brother Laughing Dog, has absolute faith in the gods of his people and the stories passed down by the Teller, but he never expected to be snatched from his village by a leopard-like god he’s never even heard of.

As the two get to know each other, both must reevaluate what they thought they knew—Clay about the gods of his people, Doto about the Fire Bearers. Doto comes to realise that the fire bearers are unlike anything he has encountered before, neither gods nor animals. Clay has to sift through the tales of his tribe, sorting truths from distortions and guesses. 

Their journey through the forest brings them closer, but there is a time limit on their acquaintance: not only is Kwaee waiting for them at the end of the trip, with an implacable hatred of the fire bearers that Doto is now starting to question, but Clay is slowly succumbing to a wound Doto is forbidden by divine law to heal.

Doto and Clay are both fairly simple souls. Each has been brought up, Doto by Kwaee and Clay by the elders of his tribe, to believe that the world is a certain way, and they step beyond those boundaries with trepidation. Not so Laughing Dog, Clay’s brother. 

Named for the hyena, which for Clay’s tribe may be a good or evil omen, Laughing Dog has his own opinions of the gods and he is unafraid to share them, even when a refusal to back down from his stance means banishment. He spends most of the book apart from his brother, yet his actions have already affected Clay’s own path, and there is no doubt that they will meet again as the trilogy continues. 

It is obvious from the moment he appears that Laughing Dog is doomed, that his nemesis will catch up to his hubris. Yet the manner of his doom is startling and terrifying, and it is impossible not to feel sorry for him. Though he descends ever deeper into horror, he fights it all the way down. 

There’s a timelessness about the setting; it could be far in the past, an alternate present, a future following the fall and rise of modern civilisation, or even another planet. Yet although the geography might not anchor the world of Clay and Doto in a recognisable place and time, Campbell’s prose grounds the reader firmly in the world. 

Clay’s village is painted in such rich colours that I felt I knew exactly what it would be like to pass the fence and walk among the huts, while the desert Firelands are redolent of vastness, loneliness, hunger and thirst. There’s also a definite sense of the world beyond the horizons known to Clay’s people, just as the humans’ world is outside the experience of Doto. 

The most loving descriptions, however, are saved for Doto’s forest. Here is an environment teeming with life, from tiny insects up to ancient trees. This has been Doto’s home from birth, and everything in it—flowers, fruit, vines—does the young god’s bidding. But as he starts to see things from Clay’s point of view, he begins to recognise the strangeness and the dangers.

Doto has grown up with powers far outside human experience, but is almost entirely ignorant of life beyond the forest, just as Clay is fearful of what lies within it and of the gods. And although Clay has grown up surrounded by family, he is just as lonely as Doto. God of Clay is largely a story about friendship across different cultures.

Not to say that there is no action or peril. Clay in particular is vulnerable in the depths of the forest, but there are dangers for Doto too, while Laughing Dog’s arc has him facing dangers both natural and supernatural. This first book reaches a satisfying conclusion, but I was left with a sense that there were greater adventures and a wider world yet to come. I can’t wait. 

God of Clay and Forest Gods are both available from Sofawolf Press. God of Clay is also available as an ebook. 

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