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02.01.25 9:07pm
Dexter died. My ginger cat. I let him out like I usually do. And I found him on the right side of the left lane. By Jamie's house. I was listening to King of New York from Newsies. The fucked up recording. The one I hate.
Jayden didn't hear me when I first said it. It didn't hit me when I was checking his body. He was limp and cold and dead. I didn't even wanna look at him when Jayden was burying him.
It's times like this I wish I drank or smoke or anything. I would go through the same things that ruined my brain than deal with this again. It's my fault he died.
Jayden didn't hear me when I first said it. It didn't hit me when I was checking his body. He was limp and cold and dead. I didn't even wanna look at him when Jayden was burying him.
It's times like this I wish I drank or smoke or anything. I would go through the same things that ruined my brain than deal with this again. It's my fault he died.
01.26.25 7:45pm
This will be used as my little online journal as I often struggle with sticking to written journals. As much as I want to be one of those cute aesthetic journals...