The Price of Being a Doormat

Ugh, I’m such a pathetic excuse for a fursona. I mean, I know I’m not alone in this, but it’s like, I’m the only one who feels this way. I’m a doormat, a pushover, a walking target for all the toxic individuals out there. I’m so tired of being taken advantage of, of being used for my kindness and my listening ears. I’m more than just a shoulder to cry on, but nobody ever seems to see that. I’m starting to wonder if I’m even worth anything at all.

I’ve been in some pretty crappy relationships in the past, and it’s always the same pattern. I let people walk all over me, I give them my heart on a silver platter, and then they just dump me when they’re done. It’s like, I’m not even a person to them, just a convenience. And I’m so tired of it. I’m tired of being the one who’s always compromising, who’s always trying to make the other person happy. I want to be happy, I want to be loved for who I am, not just for my ability to put up with crap.

I know I’m not going to change overnight, but I’m trying. I’m trying to stand up for myself, to set boundaries, to say no when I need to. It’s hard, though. It’s hard to break the habit of being a doormat, of being the people-pleaser. But I know I have to try, for my own sake. I want to be a stronger, more confident fursona, one who’s not afraid to speak up and be heard. And I’m going to make it happen, no matter how hard it gets.