Sometimes we all have a past that bothers us.

My fursona at age 19, coming to grips that what happened to him when he was nearly killed in a gay bashing at school. Turning a once happy 17 year old into a walking zombie with his injuries he sustained. No love, no happiness, alone in the world...other than friends...

This picture has meaning, the scars on his face representing my shortfalls that I suffer from....