dear walking out on me again diary,
becky left me. she went out to lay in the driveway. it is fucked up how she would rather lay on some hard lumpy rock covered surface, than here next to me, but OH WHALE. it is because i have the fan on already. i cant believe how early it is either. ima go back to bed in a minute. that poor dog is barking across the street again. i fucking hate people that tie their dogs up. i hate dogs that bark too, but i hate people that tie up dogs more because that is what causes a dog to bark- this one anyway. my goodness- set it free. i think i was a dog in my former life. i don't know what kind, but does it even matter? it doesn't to me anymore. it used to- i thought- but not anymore. i know i was loved. i'd switch places with either one of my pups now and be happy. i'd rather be becky, but if i had to be the grump, i'd sure act a whole lot different than he does. he is an idiot. yay, becky came back. goodnight again then.
becky left me. she went out to lay in the driveway. it is fucked up how she would rather lay on some hard lumpy rock covered surface, than here next to me, but OH WHALE. it is because i have the fan on already. i cant believe how early it is either. ima go back to bed in a minute. that poor dog is barking across the street again. i fucking hate people that tie their dogs up. i hate dogs that bark too, but i hate people that tie up dogs more because that is what causes a dog to bark- this one anyway. my goodness- set it free. i think i was a dog in my former life. i don't know what kind, but does it even matter? it doesn't to me anymore. it used to- i thought- but not anymore. i know i was loved. i'd switch places with either one of my pups now and be happy. i'd rather be becky, but if i had to be the grump, i'd sure act a whole lot different than he does. he is an idiot. yay, becky came back. goodnight again then.
