if you dont wanna read me cry tou skip yah:
i hate my brain i was overthinking and thinking about how this time last year i was comforting my 7 year old manx cat since its america day and now im comforting a silly little dog. i hate that i went from giggling with my friends at art club and five minutes later my parents called me and told me our house burnt down. my first question was that cat. i thought he was okay. im genuinely scared of fireworks now. i dont want my house to burn down again. what if something else i love dies. i cant let that happen. i couldnt last man. im so upset i miss him so much. i hate when my mom or dad dont listen to me when i say im upset, i saw something i said looked cool and said that all my christmas presents burnt and my dads immediate response was, "me too, though". like im not a child. like my brain isnt easily influenced. i cant look at fires, campfires, nothin anymore without visualizing the crackling of the house and the explosions of the propane. i was fine ish when it happened, jokes and everything, but i cope so insanely. i did it when my grandpa died, and i feel so frickin bad now. my friends joke with me but it hurts so much. okay vent done why did you read all this gng
