My sweet puppy Torrie passed on tonight at the age of 15. She really was my best friend in highschool. She saw a shy teenager and put him first. I never forgot that, and I can’t put into words how lucky I was to have her as a pet.
Everything I post is always so negative. Probably because this is like the only place I feel comfortable venting about how much I hate my life sometimes. My high school ten year anniversary just came up. Even if I hadn’t moved I still wouldn’t have gone. I’m so far behind all of them in life. I’m so embarrassed I want to die.