Become Your Fursona

Still on track to post the first part of Unreal’s story this Saturday, and continue working on commissions. First, though, an excerpt from my personal blog, since it deals with some recent happenings.

I got into an argument with my family last night and beat the crap out of myself. It only took less than a couple of weeks before we moved out of the “honeymoon” stage and I started self-injuring again. I seriously thought about killing myself, and I couldn’t even use complete sentences when I started talking to Yurodivy afterwards. So today, while the house is quiet and I’m alone in here, I’m reading the writings of abuse survivors and reminding myself I’m not crazy.

I move into my new apartment on the 2nd or 3rd of June. I knew I was taking a risk by staying here until then, but I thought that now that I was more confident, I wouldn’t back down and hate myself like I used to. I thought that my brothers seemed sane enough that I could talk and laugh with them like I used to. I didn’t want to stay here, I wanted to just move into my new place and be done with it, but it wasn’t ready yet. And I thought I wouldn’t be here long enough that anything bad would happen.

I don’t want to have to spend the next week in a motel, because it would gouge another chunk out of my savings. But then, I did ask for donations a little while back, and I got enough money to cover it. So I guess I should ask you all what you think.