Have i fucking suffered enough!? jesus fucking christ...

2 months ago i made a journal telling everyone that i lost my childhood dog. Today we just lost our 2nd one...her name was Bronte and she was 8. She had a cancerous growth due to her skin condition since July and she was on her last legs. She was taken to the vets and they couldn't cute because it was impossible...so she had to be put down.

I feel fucking awful that they're now gone. The house feels quiet and empty without them. And i just got back to doing art as well...i really don't know what to do now. I don't feel like doing art until i recover again. I'm really sorry about this everyone...i just want to be happy.

I'm also sorry for the long journal. I know it can be tiring for some to read long journals. Also, thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday a couple days ago. I mean it.

I might not be able to talk or comment more til i feel better. Seeya for now everyone.