a dog lover and a cat fucker
At the time this acid trip had sent me spiraling into the most severe depression and anxiety. Bad. Real bad. Anyways I was alone at the time. My dog would be at home. I’d be at work. I come home from work and I’m tired so I want to go to sleep. So it’s like she’s totally alone you know. I would do everything in the few hours I could to play with her and wear her out. Every day when I got home though I would find her under the bed and it made me want to cry
Cats disgust me. Horrible creatures
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