In which I asked myself this morning questions that led me to the conclusion. I am no longer who I was and never will be again. I am like a pokemon currently stuck between evolutions. It's been a hard year. Next month is the one year anniversary of my grandfather's death, in feb my father and my uncle, and a month after that my other uncle. And somewhere is the death of who I use to be. Until who I will be settles I ask continued patience for those who know me.

In short. My fursona Novega is going to be changing probably with each upload. Expressing myself through changing her is cathartic, and I'm going to keep doing it.