dammit, life just isn't fair. i am always the nice guy, the one who you can count on being there in times of trouble, and yet i am one of the most psychotic people i know. i'm always getting picked on, i don't have very many friends, people shun most of what i do even though it is better than any of the shit they produce... why can't i snap once or make a wrong decision without everyone around shunning me and tsk-ing me when they do worse stuff, or the same stuff, on a regular basis... why is it the nice guys get the short stick and why does it seem like the world requires you to be dirty and cheat to get ahead? why the fuck do people yearn for power, when peace is worth so much more? how did humanity fuck up this much... this is why i hate humanity and wish i was an animal, then i would be accepted and then i would be able to live a dream life of *mostly* peace and harmony with the pack... this is my reasoning for being a furry and also my reason for depression right now...