I am observing a slow gain of respect towards me.
Told you, all of you.
Slobbering puppy dogs that take the first thrown treat.
I would like interaction soon.
Hair to touch.
I also want great platonicism.
And with both cravings, I must balance reality.
And avoid trying to achieve all at once.
I'm inpatient here.
I'm getting bored.
I want friends.
To smoke with.
And adventure with.
I have millions of adventures in my head.
I just want.
A person who makes me hyper enough to pursue them.
And that could be a friend.
Or it may be one who's mane I want to grab.
Starving isn't in it's most prime right now.
My body is fighting me.
But I'm fighting it back.