I hate furries. All of them. Every single one. Everyday I wake up in disgust because I’m living and breathing with grown people acting like animals. Those degenerates can ruin lives by just existing, and I’m sick of it. I’m tired of it. God, just thinking about them is killing me. And I don’t mean that figuratively. I mean I’m actually dying. That’s how bad they are. And I know you might be thinking, “What’s the point on hating them so much?” Nothing, and that’s what makes me mad. Knowing that my hatred means nothing in the grand scheme of things. Makes me realize that my life is ruined forever, and I will suffer eternally knowing that furries exist. I hate furries. God, I hate them.