it's 2 fucking AM and i cant fucking sleep god damn it

the fucking neighbors dog is barking so much i want to go there by myself and strangle him

why do i call it a him he's not a person, why would a person bark all night.

well, to be fair, some humans do love to simply make my life worse, straight up just worse, and to scream at eachother for useless minutia, all day, all night, finding ways to prove eachother wrong, using the weirdest of measures, whether either of them provides the most to the house, like wolves fighting for who gets to be the alpha, smelling eachother's insecurities for an opportunity to be on top.

stupid animals.

but every day i look at the mirror, i cant see anything else but an animal in clothes, in a home of people who play pretend.

black nose, disturbing slit pupils, teeth-filled snout, long ass tounge, my tail...

how am i supposed to be happy with who i am if my entire design is based upon smelling butts and eating small animals alive? i have a gland in my tail for producing smell, and people want to tell me i'm a gift.

i'm a fucking spawn of satan, what does harry see in me?

he's probably just faking it, he wants something from me, i can feel it.

my place is to die by predation and to reproduce by season, yet...

I am not that, but sometimes I wish I was...

Probably by then I'd bark all night and make people unable to sleep, it's what we all deserve.

- MS. ANIMAL, BECK