I'm sorry the photographs from Japan are so blurry, it's because when I uploaded them, they were really small,so I enlarged them, and they became like that...
I don't want to go back to school! I want to go back to my winter wonderland!!!
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I have finally run out of things to do on the internet and must now face my History essay..... can someone remind me again why I ever thought history would be an okay subject to do at college level?
but first, my poor handsome,golden,smelly baby is HALF BLIND AT THE AGE OF 3!!!!!
okay, that might be exaggerating it a little.
his vision in unclear in his right eye. There.
butbutbut how can my poor baby fight with other mean nasty dogs now? What if they sneak up on him from the right and he doesn't see them coming because of his condition and because of that...IT'S NOT FAIR
I mean just look at him sprawling so majestically on the floor...
I was ashamed of loving you. I was ashamed that I fell so hard for you, and gave so much to you, when it turns out that you never cared about me at all. That you were just toying with me. I felt so foolish, felt so much shame, that I lashed out in contempt and hostility in an attempt to transfer that shame. I’m trying to let go. I’m trying not to stew in my anger. I’m afraid of what will happen if that anger turns to hatred. I couldn’t even look you in the eye last week, because I felt such gut churning resentment and irritation. The sight of you irked me so much I could barely stand to be in your presence. It annoyed me so much that I don’t even want to associate with any of our mutual friends because they remind me of you. It’s less intense now, but the feeling of wanting to cut ties with you, with all of them, and leave it all behind is still there. But yesterday I made the decision that I wouldn’t leave, and I stand by my decision.
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