I have three minutes and ten million and a half only party coherent thoughts. I don’t know what to say to begin with, so the general idea is that I will just start writing and see what happens.
I don’t believe in fairytales or magic or even love sometimes. I believe in the power of determination and I do believe in miracles, except you have to make them yourself. There’s a million different ways to say hello, and two million ways to say goodbye. The problem is that goodbyes are a million times more painful. I know this.
My dog, Ringo, died this morning. I knew it was coming, I said goodby every night before I went to sleep, every morning before I went to school. I still wasn’t prepared for the utter amount of heartbreak that this event incurred. I’m not neven sure that I’m intact right now, but I’m trying my hardest just to be positive.
I’m half asleep and half dead. I looked up and I saw hell. Obviously I’ve lost all coherency that I once possessed, so now I’m going to finish up my blog with a quote.
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both.”
-Robert Frost, The road not taken.