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.

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