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Animal abuse makes me sick. I don't understand how people can do such terrible things to animals, be it fighting them or beating them or just plain old abandoning them. I hate looking at all the unwanted pets on craigslist, not knowing whether even half of them will meet happy ends or not. Poor pets. Sometimes I wish I had channeled my passion for animals into a profession (vet?) but I think it's too late for that. I don't know. I'm afraid I'm going to hate law school, or that I'll be terrible at it. I can't quit, because what else would I do? I'm not a quitter.
I look forward to talking to him every night on aim. So I sign on around the same time every night, hoping he'll be on too. He often is, and I still really enjoy and look forward talking to him. I miss him. Tonight is not a night he's on. I feel foolish waiting and wanting someone who doesn't want to be waited on or wanted, and for still caring.
what the fuck is wrong with me seriously? rhetorical question.
I look forward to talking to him every night on aim. So I sign on around the same time every night, hoping he'll be on too. He often is, and I still really enjoy and look forward talking to him. I miss him. Tonight is not a night he's on. I feel foolish waiting and wanting someone who doesn't want to be waited on or wanted, and for still caring.
what the fuck is wrong with me seriously? rhetorical question.