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ON a slight upside.
I have bullied my dear friends into taking swing dancing with me at school. Poor souls.
And I start at the rescue center this week. Which I'm ecstatic about. (For those who don't know, I shall be working at the Lost and Found Center...a place which buys starved and abused horses from meat auctions, gets them healthy, and gets them adopted).
I'll come home every night in tears, but it's probably the best thing I can do. It's the one thing undestructive I'll have in my life...I'll actually be helping, instead of hurting for once.
I'm good with horses. I have soft hands and i'm stupid, so I'm not scared off by a drugged horse trying to kill me. Like an idiot I'll stand there and hold him until he tires himself out from trying to break my neck. They like me. I guess they know I love them.
And they're good for me. Dr. Berchick called today. And I told him I was beyond his help, that I need to find my own peace.
I have it when I'm at the rescue center. I just need to get it to move over to other parts of my life.
So a warning. If you're squeamish about hurt animals, especially starved ones, or ones with evidence of being beaten, be wary of links on my journal. I'll be posting pictures to chronicle my experiences, and to try and make sense of why it breaks my heart so. I'll put them behind an LJ cut but just so you're aware, some of these horeses are very bad off. If you can't stand to see that, dont click on them. I'm not exaggerating how bad they are; You won't sleep for a week.
I have bullied my dear friends into taking swing dancing with me at school. Poor souls.
And I start at the rescue center this week. Which I'm ecstatic about. (For those who don't know, I shall be working at the Lost and Found Center...a place which buys starved and abused horses from meat auctions, gets them healthy, and gets them adopted).
I'll come home every night in tears, but it's probably the best thing I can do. It's the one thing undestructive I'll have in my life...I'll actually be helping, instead of hurting for once.
I'm good with horses. I have soft hands and i'm stupid, so I'm not scared off by a drugged horse trying to kill me. Like an idiot I'll stand there and hold him until he tires himself out from trying to break my neck. They like me. I guess they know I love them.
And they're good for me. Dr. Berchick called today. And I told him I was beyond his help, that I need to find my own peace.
I have it when I'm at the rescue center. I just need to get it to move over to other parts of my life.
So a warning. If you're squeamish about hurt animals, especially starved ones, or ones with evidence of being beaten, be wary of links on my journal. I'll be posting pictures to chronicle my experiences, and to try and make sense of why it breaks my heart so. I'll put them behind an LJ cut but just so you're aware, some of these horeses are very bad off. If you can't stand to see that, dont click on them. I'm not exaggerating how bad they are; You won't sleep for a week.