RaiderZulu

Well, I have found one my places.  Apparently, in my seemingly unstoppable journey in becoming a dog (I shudder to think what would happen if I got drunk), I have brought out strong parental drives.  Used to be I gave little care to crying infants.  Now, when an infant cries in front of me, I sometimes have this urge to curl around it, presumably to comfort it.  I'm well aware that this is not normal, but I have little incentive to do anything about it right now (would you rather an apathetic robot or a loving dog).  My only real concern is how far this descent will go and what is driving it (to be more exact, whether it is purely psychologic

I don't even know if I still belong on this Earth anymore, not as a human at least.  I tried to make friends that were not a bad influence, but failed.  I just end up scaring them away.  The friends I do keep are scaring me away with their sexual obsessions and general Godlessness and I have tried everything I could to save them.  My own family is driving me away with their anti-furry stance.  They want me to get out of the fandom, but that is impossible.  Because of the way my brain works and the environment I was raised in, I now feel like I am sharing my body with a dog and if I am right on what is causing it, therapy with do little good,

Copied from Rock Raiders United: I heard part of this during the transition between sleeping dream and reality, the rest I came up with immediately afterwards. The "heard" part is in curly brackets. See if you can figure out the story.  Keep in mind the group I hang out with outside of RRU. V1 (spoken) {There's a reason I no longer (originally, "no longer" was "never liked," but looking over the rest of it suggests that going back may make the whole thing make sense) going out with you} There is a reason {we never got that far.} When we first met I thought we were a perfect match, but then I saw you -- change. Chorus (sung) {You're the r