I hate that everything is so foreign now. I don't give a fuck about what anyone thinks. People judge. 'It was just a dog', FUCK YOU!
In your eyes, I'm weak. You can go fuck yourselves. I was fortunate enough to have such a purely innocent and perfectly good friend to grace my life, regardless of species. I could never explain the impact that that dude had on my life.
I realize now how completely alone I am now. I used to believe that I was ok without friends and companionship. Now I realize how untrue that was. Just a dog? Fuck You! He was a blessing to me. He made me genuinely smile and laugh out loud. Even when I had a spike in my arm he would come up to me, while injecting, and rub his head against me.
I want to join him. I want to learn such goodness. I want to apologize.
I have nothing to hold me back from the fucking ridiculous and sometimes violent things I want to do. I have no purpose.
I should simply be grateful to be blessed with such goodness. Such loyalty. Such friendship.
Many don't experience this.
I miss my friend and I feel so lost and unpredictable now.
I have no reason to not pursue the self-hatred I feel. He gave me purpose and now I have nothing to believe in.
I fear I may not recover from this. It hurts and I cry often now that he's gone.
I feel weak, cowardly and alone now that he's not here and I can't take it. I just fucking miss him so fucking much.
I stick needles in myself, I drink, I smoke, I just don't give a fuck.
I want the privilege of dying. He earned his place with the gods. Me? Not at all. I am a weak motherfucker who runs from life and its responsibilities.
All I know is that I miss you, Shaman. I NEVER had such a friend before. Those in my life now who claim to be friends have no fucking idea what friendship is.
Fuck! I miss you my friend. Soon, hopefully... I will earn the right to die as well.
In your eyes, I'm weak. You can go fuck yourselves. I was fortunate enough to have such a purely innocent and perfectly good friend to grace my life, regardless of species. I could never explain the impact that that dude had on my life.
I realize now how completely alone I am now. I used to believe that I was ok without friends and companionship. Now I realize how untrue that was. Just a dog? Fuck You! He was a blessing to me. He made me genuinely smile and laugh out loud. Even when I had a spike in my arm he would come up to me, while injecting, and rub his head against me.
I want to join him. I want to learn such goodness. I want to apologize.
I have nothing to hold me back from the fucking ridiculous and sometimes violent things I want to do. I have no purpose.
I should simply be grateful to be blessed with such goodness. Such loyalty. Such friendship.
Many don't experience this.
I miss my friend and I feel so lost and unpredictable now.
I have no reason to not pursue the self-hatred I feel. He gave me purpose and now I have nothing to believe in.
I fear I may not recover from this. It hurts and I cry often now that he's gone.
I feel weak, cowardly and alone now that he's not here and I can't take it. I just fucking miss him so fucking much.
I stick needles in myself, I drink, I smoke, I just don't give a fuck.
I want the privilege of dying. He earned his place with the gods. Me? Not at all. I am a weak motherfucker who runs from life and its responsibilities.
All I know is that I miss you, Shaman. I NEVER had such a friend before. Those in my life now who claim to be friends have no fucking idea what friendship is.
Fuck! I miss you my friend. Soon, hopefully... I will earn the right to die as well.

