Bye-bye Puppy...
We're giving my puppy away to my aunt, probably around Thanksgiving, because she lives near my cousins' and that's where we're going to go have Thanksgiving dinner. Her own dog died, and Mom doesn't want Bandit (my puppy) around anymore, so she asked me if I wanted to let Auntie Ellie have him. Of course not. b***h. I love that puppy, even though I don't give him attention 24/7 (not that anyone ELSE does stare ) I mean, he's the only thing that I have left that I love, besides the cats but EVERYONE already loves them, and I'm the only one who loves Bandit so it feels kinda special. I remember that story Mr. Thorndike told us about the student he had who shot himself and his dog, because he didn't have any friends besides his dog. Look at me. I'm so pathetic, I don't even have the dog. I'm tired of trying to make myself happy, I only seem to make myself more miserable. So fine. That b***h of an aunt of mine can HAVE my ******** dog. Hopefully I won't live much longer to be sad about it anyways.
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