A Mega Identity Crisis
I feel so unhappy. The homemade nasi with peanut sauce has fallen badly. They say it can get you into diarrhea. If only my owner had given in to the hoarster rage that had caused empty shelves of toilet rolls throughout the country. What was stopping again? Was that apple juice? But is it the food?
The doubt strikes.
Isn't it the overwhelming mess that's starting to mess with me? All this stuff, all those nasty messages are flooding my mind. I'm trying to shake it off, the dog hairs are flying around. The latter will undoubtedly be the result of how rabid I feel, I am in an identity crisis.
“Are you skin hungry?”