If I had crqzy stupid money I would not be using it to hurt ppl like politicians but use the money to make dope af kink gear. Fuck my life tbh

Pupmask. But make it realistic. Puppy paw mittens/restraints, but again- not leather/latex but soft fabric and faux fur. Resin claws, squishy mochi paw pads... I see my vision.

Problem is im desiring a costume that is not widely created and very niche. So I gotta make it myself. But i dont know what im doing. But im living on hope and horny dreams. I want a mix of traditional leather puppy, but hyper realistic fursuit aesthetics... I guess. I will MAKE IT MYSELF!!

Dramatically sighs against a rainy window like its 2012 and im emo. I wanna be where the freaks are. I wanna dress up in a lil doggy costume and have fun

"Gotta wait puppy. But I see how excited you are with your lil tip out like that~"
I need to tear up 6 couches. Im gonna cry

Me thinking about pussy for 30 straight hours.

Im haunted by thoughts of ribbon lace and softness. Warm scents. Soft skin. Gentle hands, little soft noises. Prey prey prey prey prey. Need to protect need to knot ugh. Too dog brained today.

After getting permission first ofc~ I shall wait until I get my release word

Then... then after getting pretty... I can mount and knot them. Make them messy... uuWHAAAWOOOOO

In less serious deep feelings ways: im mad and angry that I come home after a long hard day at work, and I got NOTHING AND NOBODY TO SUCK ON!! what the fuck man. I want a reward every night.

Forever warring with myself over "am I being too sensitive and weak, or is this pain valid and real. Am I allowed to feel this? Am I allowed to be this hurt over smth? Or am I overreacting. I dont know. I cant trust my own feelings."

I dont wanna be super edgelord and "ONLY I AM FEELING THIS LONELY AND ALONE!" lonely is a very universal pain. But like. I have to wonder if it hurts even 40% of the population THIS BAD or is it my mental illness that makes feeling lonely feel very similar to burning yourself alive.

Okay. I definitely need to be more gentle with myself and stop beating myself up about why getting over him is so hard. Woof.... sad puppy huffs okay.

Ive had relationships ofc. But it was all one night stands, fwb, that kinda thing. But he genuinely was my first boyfriend I could call my boyfriend. Oh. Oh no wonder the puppy dog in me is so fucked up oh.

And here I am. Tail between my legs, ears low. Oh. Okay. Anyway. yeah. I'll be quiet im not mad at you I promise. Fuck.

Im going back to my pretty femboy body and idk how I feel about it but- it is what it is

After a weed and some post nut clarity. Yeah. Yeah its really not all that serious its fine. I'll try again and do better next time . Thats all I can do.

I'll go back to being high. Being quiet. Being detached. Not caring. No emotional connection. Being a good quiet doggie in his good quiet lane.