I feel miserable, now everyone thinks I'm an animal abuser. My past haunts me and I just wish I could sleep.

I have an appointment with a therapist, but as time goes by, I'm just finding excuses to avoid reliving that crap.

For the record, emotions aside. I love dog's. Especially puppy breath.

I think I'm done with that whole childhood crappy cancer.

So tempted to get off my face, but at 2:30am haha, doubt it...not