A Fox Tale

Writer's POVs

This is a hidden chapter where I write my POVs on each chapter's picture. They will be pasted in after each chapter is completed, each POV will be written after the chapter is completed as well.

Chapter #01
[Writer/Artist's Story POV]
        Lonely, that's the main emotion that was going through my mind at the time. I sat at a table with friends, yes, but at home where I started and finished this drawing I felt alone. Like the Fox starring at the stream, I sit at my computer desk, starring at a screen, and we both only see our reflections. We both sat alone in a busy world, and everything seemed grey to me.

Chapter #02
[Writer/Artist's Story POV]
        Again, I sat lonely, and had contemplated some darker thoughts than usual. I was alone, looking at the world, feeling small, feeling I should just jump like the fox might have. Though the feeling was pushed aside, yet the thought keeps coming back...every now and then that thought...I don't know why, maybe it's because I've isolated myself from anyone offline, but they've done the same. My friends offline, in real life do the same things as me, though are often more energetic, loud, and happy than I am. Those online have been nice, for the most part. They try their best to help me out with things, though they have problems that they had to handle by themselves. It seems every-time I RP, I simply fail at it....I tried making a star wars OC, but...it was a furry, so I feel I killed an RP page on here...While another character I created, acted beyond his normal self, seemed like he was the only one to get hurt all the time, the one to freak out....I feel I killed the RP as well...Impure... I'm going off topic again, how foolish of me..another one of my mistakes....I seem to ignore the advice of others, the wisdom of others oh too bluntly....I call myself trash, wasted space, bring myself down....and I guess I do it out of habit now...My past is a rocky one as well...I'm not  proud of it, nor the present..I cringe at some...most of the things I had done in the past....but without them, I suppose I wouldn't be me....What am I saying? Getting off topic again....my mistake....I doubt there is much more to say, so I'll end this one here....

Chapter #4

I have hit a snag in my writing...I suppose it is due to the fact I do not write my ideas down anymore...and don't write or draw that much currently due to one thing that blocks both....fear...not fear of what others may judge my writing...I actually want to be judged for my writing....to gain constructive criticism...the fears I speak about are those of paranoia provided partially by the belief of anything is possible...my possible gullibleness....and my depression if I can call it that...I have done nothing but write personally about these fears in a journal for the past few months now.....paranoid superstitions surround most actions and items now...which is making me think that I would be better off dead than having the possibility of having these fears happen....even now saying...or...typing that I should say....I fear that something may become dead due to me simply typing this....but perhaps I'll make this public....this chapter so people can know what's going on currently...I know now that being dead won't fix my issues....that and I'm absolutely terrified of both the fears and what lies after death...I am not quite sure though.....I will continue writing...I will not allow this passion to die....I will continue....I hope at least...I am scarred that simply saying that will make me not do it...but I'll try....