No more nicotine patches.
No more therapist sessions.
I'm back on top of my life, friends with my brother and finally decided to adopt the puppy my cousin's been trying to find a home for.
This is Fuzz. Don't ask, my cousin named her. She's just over six weeks old, runt of the litter and she'll fit in your palm. Quiet little thing, so be careful you don't sit on her. If I'm at work, she'll probably be in her cage by my bed unless I leave someone to look after her. If you're going to pick her up, please be careful to place her back down on the floor carefully. Don't leave her unattended on a couch or bed or other high surface. If she tries to jump off, she could kill herself.
Private
Sober? Check.
No bad influences around? Check.
Good mood? Check.
I can't believe I'm doing this...
Screened to Atobe
You were right.
I was wrong.
This is me apologizing.
Excuse me, I'm going to talk to Choutarou.