So I took my dog to a huge park and let him roam off-leash. I think he had a good time. He ate cow poop and grass.I spent a good chunk of last night reading through some of my old Xanga entries, and I've come to a brutal realization:
I'm not really as genuine and sincere as I always thought. I'm actually quite a selfish prick and I should've known I was capable of doing what I did.
Are we all like this? Are we all, in reality, what we think we hate the most?
Except dogs. Dogs are so pure and happy it makes me sick. No wonder they only live for a fraction of our lifetimes. I'm jealous.
