Well... another blog. I made one before, and I didn't like it. I'm now taking another shot at making a blog entry.
And I have no idea what to put.
Well, I guess I'll talk about my passionate love for wolves. Why do I love them so much? Laugh, if it makes you feel better, but when I was a child, I believed to be a werewolf. I ran, smelled, and heard better at night, when I got tired, I panted, and body hair grew faster on me. Also, I always had the urge to chew on things. So, aren't those clear signs? Foolish of me, I know, but I was just a child then.
I remember going to my window every night, and wishing on every star in the sky I saw. They twinkled and glowed, and looked much like this:
I don't know. I still dream sometimes about being a werewolf, running, leaping, howling. When I was young, I felt a special connection to wolves, like no other person has.
I still love them.
Feel free to comment and make fun of me. I can take criticism. I just felt like blogging, and this is the topic I came up with.