Saturday. definitely saturday. an execution date. returning to my life. i don't know which it is. i miss him. and he tells me not to worry. but god damnit i'm so scared. why did we have to have that stupid fucking fight right before i came back to webster. i miss him

my puppy's sick. she's feverish and sleeps all the time. She won't eat and she won't drink and i'm scared for her.

(sorry to K who's going to be nuts when she reads these and notices the lack of grammer. i'm not writing to write. i'm just ... it's what's on my mind)

I don't want to lose my boy.

And I don't want to lose my puppy.