I’m sad blogging. I feel guilty for doing anything. But I have a midterm tomorrow that I haven’t started to prepare for. I’m laughing because I’m crying on the fucking toilet.
It’ll be okay. I feel like awful things always happen before my birthday. My birthday is next Wednesday.
Raven was so cute and mean to strangers and so, so sweet.
I’m such a fucking baby. But I can’t help myself when a dog of mine dies.
It’s especially awful this time because I’m not there.
Won’t be able to go home until tomorrow night.
Yeah. Ha. Sorry. Yeah.
That’s sweet of you, dear. I’ll be okay. I just love my dogs so much. I feel awful for not being able to be there.
Thanks, stranger. I don’t wanna be alone. But I am. Guess that’s just how life is. I wish I could have seen her one last time. We got her when she was a pup.
my mom just called me and told me one of my dogs died. I am so heartbroken. I didn’t say goodbye to any of my dogs the last time I left.
I need a fucking cigarette.
7 billion people, 14 billion ass cheeks
female sloths literally scream when they want sex and can be heard up to 700 meters away
4am anxiety dreams. I’m terrified now. FUCK. I need to think. I need to talk to someone I trust but I only trust my mom with something like this. I feel so sick.