This is my farewell to the furry community.

I've decided that this will be my final post on FurAffinity or any other furry site, I find no comfort in the furry community anymore. I'm not denying that there are nice people in the furry fandom. I'm just saying that I can't find any and I'm tired of trying. I've given up hope for furries and myself.

I'll always be me, Vincent K. Wolfwood. But sometimes I think it would be easier to be someone else. Someone more normal. But I can't be anyone but myself, because that's just how life is. I wish it were different and I'm not so far gone that I have to commit suicide to get away from it.

For any of you who want to keep in contact with me for whatever reason, you can do so with Skype. I will leave contact information at the end of this journal.

I can't say I've not had fun and I would be a liar if I said I were enjoying what I'm typing right now, but with tears in my eyes I make my stand and put my paw down and say "I just can't do this anymore." I know I won't change, but something in my life has to, or I'll just be in the same state of mind that has pushed me to this brink of despair, the same state of mind I'm in right now. Every day I think "I'm lonely." "I want to cry." "Can I make it through today?" "What if I died?" "Who would miss me?" And sometimes I can't think of anyone, even though I know there are a few that would miss me. I just don't know what to do, so I have to close the open ends of my life so I can move on and this is the only way that I know how.

There are three people I want to thank for being there for me when I needed them most, and if you're reading this, then you most likely know who you are. I won't state names because those who were there know who they are and those that weren't know who you are also. I'm not trying to be mean and I'm not singling anyone out. I've been in your shoes before and I know what it can be like. "Oh god, drama again." "I've had a bad day, find someone else." "I'm about to sleep." All things I've used before to get out of listening to someone rage, vent, cry, I don't know what they wanted because I never listened to half of them. And this is my apology for it, because I now know how you felt. I am deeply sorry for that.

I know I'm not very good with showing how I feel and I always bottle it up and say I'm fine even though I want to scream, or cry, or confide in someone. I just can't, I don't know if it's pride, personal feelings and not wanting to worry anyone. I'm that guy that would rather worry about you and make sure you're okay rather than have someone worrying about me wondering if I'm okay. Because if I were them, I would be terrified if they knew half of the things I think about. If I were my friend and knew the things that I don't want people to know, I would probably put me in a mental health ward. And in honesty, that would probably be the best thing for me.

But, I'm rambling now.
So this will be my last tidbit here. I love the fandom, but I can't stay active in something that makes me sad. By being a furry I've set too many standards for being happy and I can't allow that anymore. I know that this won't change instantly and that leaving the fandom won't change the way I think but I think it will help me in the long run with moving forward rather than holding me in place. So, this is farewell to the vast majority of the furry fandom.

I will always cherish the memories, be they good or bad. I've laughed, I've cried, and I've shared wonderful memories with several wonderful people here. I say not good-bye. But I say farewell, and until we meet again, may your skies be blue and your glass half full.

And, please note that commenting on this journal will be for readers for I will never return here.

Vincent Kegan Wolfwood.

Skype: vincent.wolfwood
Xbox: VKW Wolfie
Playstation: DomiWolfie

Officially furry: July 17th, 2009 - March 29th, 2014.