the mess we're in

my dog died. and i cry at the very mention of his name. i come home from work and a knot comes up in my throat because he's not waiting for me anymore. there's no one waiting for me anymore. and i realize now how much he made this home bearable for me. it feels so cold, so empty. i feel like i'm 5 again, crying over the death of a pet. i feel silly, i feel embarrassed, then i don't care. i loved him and spoiled him and cared for him. he shared my bed, my room, and i saw him every day and now i don't. and i miss him.

i work a lot. i go to school. i have tons of homework. i bought the watchmen. i play my ds. i wont be online very much for awhile.

PJ Harvey & Thom Yorke. Pure genius.