God, I love praise. I think it’s some­thing that I feed on. It boosts my con­fi­dence ever so slight­ly (and tem­porar­i­ly).

It creeps me out when peo­ple touch my chain. Only three peo­ple have ever touched it (includ­ing an ex), and it real­ly does­n’t make me com­fort­able. I guess I see it as a child­ish fas­ci­na­tion when peo­ple feel the need to play with it.