Quote: HotDogAndZapThat wonderful moment when your parents hands you $50 for no reason at all.
Sneak out at night then,
Use 6$ for bus fare, go to your local Best Buy, Toys r us, whatever, then use the other 44$ for POKÉMANZ
brilliant idea 10/10 would totally attempt
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Another thing about my dead dog. Feel free to pass it by~
No, seriously. Don't read it.
This song reminds me of my puppy, when I first got him. When he was okay, and happy. When we were both happy. When things were good. The very first day, when he came home. He was so small, so weak, so scared. That was the day we first became friends.
Good lord I miss him. Why'd he have to die? ;n; He was so young.. So small..
I haven't been myself since he died. On the day he died, everything became real. Instead of the happy ignorance of childhood I had, I then was able to notice the world wasn't always happy. There was sadness, fear, tragedy and loss. Instead of noticing all the good things, all I've been able to see are the bad. All the sadness. All the tragedy. Loss. Pain. Suffering. Destruction. Fear. All the terrible things in the world that drag my spirits down. I used to be happy all the time, now I'm only truly happy about once a week. Things I used to find fun now seem depressing. I've become antisocial. I've become depressed. I've become cold. Hanging out with my friends feels like a chore now, instead of fun. I feel detached, and I have ever since that day. When he died, I might as well have died with him.
I'm just glad my friends can't tell how I feel. I'm good at masking my emotions like that.