welp
I logged in to get some dates straight. The truth is I have come to the conclusion that Tula's quality of life has declined to the point that the humane thing to do is to let her go. I wanted to recap her life, but her life with me began when I was at my lowest, post drop out... and she's been with me for and through everything since. Basically, I have no clear memory of my life from 2009 through 2016. I remember my teacher life (16-23) very clearly. 09-16 is more or less lost... R stuff, various bfs, trying to find my one while everyone around me paired off, back to school, graduating, moving...
I live in Chicago now. I never thought I would live here, I actually thought I hated this city. But I don't. I'm listening to Dear and the Headlights. Saw some seriously funny old entries, and some very, very sad ones. Witnessing your depression is not fun. Coming to terms with what other people must have thought of you... wondering if you could have done more, wondering why you weren't picked, realizing it wasn't really like that ... Who knows (who cares).
You know what I do want to capture -- the way Ross, Rose, and I are still friends. I apparently started working at Sprinkles in 2011. Rose moved to Boston for school, I moved to Nash for work, Ross eventually moved to NYC. Rose moved to Chicago. Now I'm in Chicago. I cannot tell you how nice it has been to have a friend, and make new friends. It's still early, but I think things will be nice here. Rossy has already visited -- we saw Janet Jackson on Juneteenth. Rose left today for Europe. I hope her friends will invite me to something. I could also text them but. Well, we shall see. Plus I may not be that much fun to be around.
Mom offered to come see me to help me with Tula.
I love Tula so much. I don't want her to suffer for me. She is almost 16 years old (as far as I know, she could be a little older).
One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
I live in Chicago now. I never thought I would live here, I actually thought I hated this city. But I don't. I'm listening to Dear and the Headlights. Saw some seriously funny old entries, and some very, very sad ones. Witnessing your depression is not fun. Coming to terms with what other people must have thought of you... wondering if you could have done more, wondering why you weren't picked, realizing it wasn't really like that ... Who knows (who cares).
You know what I do want to capture -- the way Ross, Rose, and I are still friends. I apparently started working at Sprinkles in 2011. Rose moved to Boston for school, I moved to Nash for work, Ross eventually moved to NYC. Rose moved to Chicago. Now I'm in Chicago. I cannot tell you how nice it has been to have a friend, and make new friends. It's still early, but I think things will be nice here. Rossy has already visited -- we saw Janet Jackson on Juneteenth. Rose left today for Europe. I hope her friends will invite me to something. I could also text them but. Well, we shall see. Plus I may not be that much fun to be around.
Mom offered to come see me to help me with Tula.
I love Tula so much. I don't want her to suffer for me. She is almost 16 years old (as far as I know, she could be a little older).
One must imagine Sisyphus happy.