how i'm doing in yes i'm aware it's 2016.

um i don’t know. how the fuk am i supposed to be doing. i’m like. i don’t know. i’m angry. like i want to destroy something. and like. i’m missing him. my mom’s dog.......he’s the being i want to talk to about this. but i can’t in that way in the way i used to. oh mr. stevie.......please come back........

when i’m by the collie house i talk to him.

it would’ve been awful if he’d stayed. his behaviour would’ve changed and his physicalness would’ve changed. er physicality. and at his age......even if he had gone to the vet.......it would’ve happened anyway. there’s a reason they say it’s better for surgery to happen when people are young.er. his bowl at my mom’s has moved into the garage. my sister has the huge dog food container at her place. it’s weird like the kitchen feels bigger now cause that’s where those things were kept.

he was so lovely.

yeah i remember. back when i talked to my friend Lucas about someone else, not being w/ us anymore. and i told him something about being angry w/ flowers and he. he validated that and listened.