If you're reading this, chances are you're slightly to moderatley interested in what I have to say. If not, then I'm a bad guesser.
I know I don’t do this enough anymore,
But I hung out with Lucy this weekend and it was awesome,
And there were many shenanigans and it was fun,
(this is my shitty apparently a poem poem)
I really miss my dog right now.
It’s hard losing someone you love. It’s not the same without him, and without the snow.
He really loved the snow. Christmas was his birthday and we would put his jingle collar on him.
I miss him.
Very much so.
I’m making this the end, not the beginning.
I’m done fucking around.
I’m done hiding.
I’m ready to do what I know I can do.