You ok, dude?

I'm OK now. But when I wrote it, I was fairly moody with dark thoughts that creep into my mind. Thoughts like 'Your friends don't care about you,' 'You give friends gifts, but they gave nothing in return,' 'They cry for help, but they accept it from anyone but you,' 'When you try to hang out with your friends, they act like you're a pest to their lives,' and 'Your friends think you're worthless, so you should just disappear.'

But I know they're just lies form from inside of me, but I have no real outlet since I don't want to rant it to anyone unless they ask for it. That's one of my flaws in my life; I need to be asked if they want to know something about me. I can't force myself to talk about myself or what I do. But writing these kinds of poems are sorta like a loophole to this flaw. It's not much, but it helps. Thank you for your concern and sorry for my rambling. I can do that sometimes. ^.|.^;

By the way, interesting new icon and fursona. Looks good on you.

Well, good. Glad you're feeling ok.

And thanks, but it's not my fursona. It's something  dragonaion drew for me based on my birthday animal. I'm still working on my actual dragon.

Thank you. This makes me feel even more better.

Ah, I see. I'll bet that he'll be cool.