Elle, the Brat (i_amnotunderage) wrote,
Elle, the Brat
i_amnotunderage

And somehow, at the end of this all, I'll be okay. Some people in this world are complete douches and just need to die, but there are good people out there.

I'm watching Minnie-Me and Kimba sleep, and I keep looking over to the corner, hoping to see Tubby imitating a huge big fluffy pillow.

...we have a rug that looks like him that Mum bought as a joke last year, after he managed to get himself stuck under the stairs. I don't know if I'll be able to look at it for a while.

Blah blah blah, "it's a dog. Get the fuck over it, Elle".

These guys have been with me through thick and thin. They were the only things I could rely on during High School, and for a long time, the only ones I trusted. My little idiots.

I don't know what to do from here on out. I can't leave the dogs again, but I can't take them home with me, either. If the lease renews in April, then we can talk to the Landlord about allowing them or more likely just have them there anyway, because the Landlord never comes over. But April is still a fair while away. I can't live with Mum again - not when I've improved so much from who I used to be - but I don't know where else I can go. Angie and Scott have offered to let me stay with them, but they've got no room. I can't take the dogs to Nanna's and Grandpa's, because of the cat. Carmen and John might be a possibility, but I don't want to impose.

I'll have to make a decision tomorrow, after the vet. There's too much up in the air at the moment, so speculating is pointless.

...I just want a hug.
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