And not a single shit was given that day.

I'm in a dangerous mood. A proud mood. A "Bitch please, don't go there" mood. 
It's a strong mood. Powerful. Unbeatable. It wants to stand on the roof and yell.
It wants to scream my secrets to the world.
Because I Don't Give A Shit.

I'm a furry, lolz. I draw furry things, identify myself as a furry.
I have ( Read more... )

Feeling a bit less foolish now. But I'm gonna hush, because if I say anything I'm gonna jinx it so here's the next prompt:

Day 08: Something you wish you could tell someone.

( Cathartic Raaaaant! )