Hello.

A lot in my life is happening, against my will.
Friends are in danger, friends are hurt, I've even lost friends.

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We have to put my dog down. He is 14 years old... He has severe nerve damage in his legs, which is torment for a dog like him. He refuses to eat or drink, and starts panicking when getting up since he can't stand anymore. It was decided he'd be put down...

... I don't normally get sad when things die... I think they move forward and contribute to life... But I feel sad when we have to put something out of its misery instead of letting it live a little bit longer... It hurts me...


Sorry if I'm quiet...

Life has a way of fucking with me... Whenever I try to make meaningful change...


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Sorry...