thinking
He felt something tap him on the back. He looks around and finds nothing. He searches for the source of the tapping, but its to no avail. He whithers away at the sight of anything reasonable, finds addiction of people comes far too easily... will there be any real stimulation of independence in his life? Sickly he crawls around... The irony of his disdain towards humans and his craving for their contact tears apart his very being... he holds on to nothing but clings to everything... eats all that you say to just have a bulimic reaction... he is destroying himself with his lack of direction...