Sometimes I just get fucking tired and ask, "Why the hell do I even bother forgiving certain people I care about when they will end up stabbing me in the heart again." I have a family member who always gets worried about everything. There is never a time that he is not worried bout anything, and ends up getting in panic attacks the lead him to yell or verbally upset anyone around him who aren't the slightest worried. Its getting to the point to where I am getting fucking tired of it. I ask the Lord for forgiveness but I cant no longer take it anymore. He always says that hes sorry but it seems he never learns to prevent it from happening.
As I try to keep myself together it is starting to eat me up inside. Its no wonder why I keep my furry life a secret from them. I'm affraid what they might say or how'd they react, especially after they have been brainwashed by the media in making them believe that being a furry is a mental illness. The only reason I haven't gone insane is because the only person I seem to trust in how I live my life is myself.
I still care about the people I love and I still do, I just wish the closest ones around me wouldn't mistreat me just because they are having a bad day.
Here's hoping that things get better, and to all those who do care.
~Chrono
