I feel sad. Well, I wouldn’t say sad, more of down but not blue. It’s something I can’t put description into but either way I’m tired from and of it. It’s not unbearable or pushing me to suicide, nothing like that. I feel unmotivated, lost, as if I’m not grounded from the world and my body just kind of aimlessly floats around the planet with nothing to give or receive. I can still be happy and feel other emotions, don’t get me wrong, just once I no longer have a distraction time freezes and the pressure of a quiet room sets down on me. I know there’s a billion things I can be doing to better myself, the planet, or others but I can’t bring myself to. I began this earlier today not feeling like myself but once I got home and spent some time
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We lived in the South Valley and I was in either 5th or 6th grade but I know I had a “friend” who lived up he ditch from my house. We would always wander the neighbourhood but come across a cute little black dog without a name. One day I came back home as usual and after being in my room for a little bit my grandpa called me to the living room and said there’s something at the door. Growing up in the neighbourhood I did we were taught to never open the door for anybody, if they didn’t have a key or weren’t expected then the door is staying locked. I looked at my grandpa confused but did it anyway and as my eyes made their way further down a black dog was standing at the step. This got me even more confused because our front yard is closed off with a fence, how did she get in? Either way I took her inside and grandpa said he wouldn’t say anything to mom. I fed her and gave her water then she passed out in my bed. Soon after my mom came home and saw her, proceeding to tell the black dog to leave and find another home. Mom eventually let me keep her and that’s when Sam became her new name little did we know within a couple months we’d be gifted with 8 newborn puppies. It was pretty crazy when she went into labor, mom, grandpa, sister, and brother were all waiting for this moment I can’t even tell you how fast we all jumped up and ran each other over trying to get into my
We lived in the South Valley and I was in either 5th or 6th grade but I know I had a “friend” who lived up he ditch from my house. We would always wander the neighbourhood but come across a cute little black dog without a name. One day I came back home as usual and after being in my room for a little bit my grandpa called me to the living room and said there’s something at the door. Growing up in the neighbourhood I did we were taught to never open the door for anybody, if they didn’t have a key or weren’t expected then the door is staying locked. I looked at my grandpa confused but did it anyway and as my eyes made their way further down a black dog was standing at the step. This got me even more confused because our front yard is closed off with a fence, how did she get in? Either way I took her inside and grandpa said he wouldn’t say anything to mom. I fed her and gave her water then she passed out in my bed. Soon after my mom came home and saw her, proceeding to tell the black dog to leave and find another home. Mom eventually let me keep her and that’s when Sam became her new name little did we know within a couple months we’d be gifted with 8 newborn puppies. It was pretty crazy when she went into labor, mom, grandpa, sister, and brother were all waiting for this moment I can’t even tell you how fast we all jumped up and ran each other over trying to get into my