Journal #9: Morbid, I know
So last night before I went to sleep, I had the realization that my moms dog, Chloe, is rotting somewhere. It grossed me out and made me almost have a panic attack. Then it sparked the realization that my mom is separated into 3 bags and was incinerated. I know she didn't feel anything, but it's so morbid and I almost feel sick thinking about it. I have to find some kind of faith to believe that my mom isn't just a bag of ashes and that chloe isn't just rotting in a state animal disposal somewhere-- I don't even know where they took her, I don't want to know.
For a little better news, my sister is coming to stay with me from the 4th-14th. It'll be nice to have her around. I really miss her a lot. It's kind of funny that she wants me to take her to college bars. She said, "I've been waiting for this your entire life!" I can only imagine!
Also, I'm getting my car this week. I'm pretty set on the Nissan Rogue. I like the Tucson too, but it costs a little more... I'm going to test drive both though.
For a little better news, my sister is coming to stay with me from the 4th-14th. It'll be nice to have her around. I really miss her a lot. It's kind of funny that she wants me to take her to college bars. She said, "I've been waiting for this your entire life!" I can only imagine!
Also, I'm getting my car this week. I'm pretty set on the Nissan Rogue. I like the Tucson too, but it costs a little more... I'm going to test drive both though.