anticlimatic200

I went to my parents house and sorted through pictures from the past ten years or so so I could find pictures of the dog and make copies for myself. It was very unsettling to do so; I saw all of these pictures of the dog I hadn't seen in the long time, and all of these memories just came flooding back. That, and I saw pictures of myself from when I was little. I'm definately a definition of an ugly ducking. Well, that's not entirely true as I was really cute as a baby but man, I don't know what happened with me up until I was about 14. I won't be sharing those pictures anytime soon.

I think the weirdest part of being in the house is the dog not being there. More times than not, she would just spend the day sleeping, so you didn't need to worry about her. Its different knowing she isn't there.

I am proud of myself though as I've made it through the past two days without crying.