last week my heart was broken by a dog by the name of buster. i haven't recovered yet and when i think of him i have a little anxiety attack while the moths in my tummy fly around in their lonely void.
im going back to the shelter today. maybe buster is still there maybe he ate the asshole's kid and they decided not to keep him and the shelter lady forgot to call me. i doubt it. but fuck. i love that dog so much. there is probably a Dog Lovers Anonymous somewhere out there and i need to attend meetings or something.
on the flip side. i love that a dog i barely know can make me cry tears that no other human really can.
there is hope for me yet. maybe im not a complete robot. maybe i just have a different kind of love.
oh yeah. anybody have any pills? im fiending lately and im looking for a fix.
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