irl werewolf ☆

listening to Taswell rn.

i've recently been considering if i should try to socially transition in regards to my nonhumanity.

i haven't told any of my human friends that i am a werewolf. i'm not sure how they'd react.

i know for certain, though, that i'd have at least one friend that would not nor care to understand what i mean.

i haven't felt an overwhelming urge to tell anyone though, i am content with no one being privy to the fact i'm nonhuman.

though, that might change, i suppose; it's lonely being a creature in secret.

i feel as if the world is so hateful these days

so unaccepting and callous

it makes me very sad when I think about it too much

how can humans be so hateful?

yesterday, i saw a coyote in broad daylight along the side of the road.

its ears were pinned back and it shuffled nervously along the gravel beside the road, darting back every time a car roared by.

it looked scared and out of place--it knew this wasn't where it belonged, it knew this wasn't its home.

but it kept shuffling by the roadside, like it wasn't sure what to do or where to go.

I feel that way sometimes. maybe all the time.