I don't care if you think its stupid, or I'm overreacting, or that my problems are trivial. I feel horrible, and I'm going to cry. I'm lonely, sad, angry and frustrated, and if you won't respect me, even if you think I'm wrong, then fine. Whatever. But don't you dare trivialise my feelings. I don't care how childish, immature or stupid I'm being. I'm going to cry, and you can get stuffed.
My fursona is actually going to be used to express how I feel, for once. In a rush job, since I'm meant to be in bed. With darker/more muted colours, since I feel they're appropriate, and her 'new' markings.
Lineart (c) TWG90
Silvey (c) me
