Dear...something. Whatever.
I don't even know what I am doing exactly. Is anyone reading this? I don't usually look back on it. But shi. I just need someone to talk to. But I don't know who to talk to.
Blues. I woke up one morning to
find Blues back in his PET. It's been a mess. We tried getting help and...
I don't know. It's hard. When I had fucked up and thought I had lost him, lost what we had, it was all my fault. I hurt him. I had to live with it.
But this. Neither of us did this. It happened out of our control. I feel so selfish because of how upset this is making me. I should be thankful that I still have him in some way. That he is still with me. I should be thankful.
But. I want to say it isn't fair. But does that really work here? I don't think so.
Also. Apparently.
There are people angry at us. Angry at Blues. For having what he had. I don't quite understand it.
But it makes me wonder, if when we get this fixed, we should look into moving elsewhere.