So, I'm sad now.
I just found out our old farm dog ran away to die.
She had a tumor the size of a tennis ball, but we just couldn't bear to put her down. We were close to doing so, then she ran away. So, we can only assume that she ran off to die. We took one last picture of her, she looked so beautiful, just sitting in the pond in the evening. She looked so peaceful. It was the day before she ran away...
On a slightly random note, fanfictions are stupid. I was informed about their existence a while ago. So I decided to look one up. Knowing me, I looked up AFI. Yeah, these things are horrid. Have these people heard of spell check? Or fourth grade? The timelines are all wrong as well. decemberunderground wasn't out when Davey was 25! Hello, math class!
That's really all that I'm thinking about right now.
Wow, what a lie.
That's really all I feel like writing down right now.
I am really thinking about a million different things at once.
School on the 24th.
'Medicate' the day after.
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