What makes me happy?
Animals. Looking at animals. Touching them. Like purely happy that my friend even commented how happy I was then. Like beaming with joy.
If i could, I want to hug them, especially those furry ones.
But the situation is that I can’t have one as a pet at home. Sometimes I can’t touch it even if I have one.
Because apparently I have accidentally taken a monster as a pet.
It lives in my head.