some day this week, my dog will pass on. it started with the vomiting and lethargy, and now a loss of appetite. he wanders from his bed to the fancy new rug in the living room, sprawling his tired, scrawny body across for rest. his eyes already tell me he’s dead. my one constant.
the anxiety of the inevitable, coinciding with my finals week is a recipe for a breakdown. i’m still fighting, but i don’t think i can do this :(
cheers to the end of my worst semester...















