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On my way to her house the other day, I was walking and saw a dog get struck by a car, it was terrible...I was in shock...when i snapped out I got him out of the street and onto the sidewalk. the owner came up shortly after and I brought him into the house. moments went by and he was really shaken up and walking around, even though he and I were covered in blood. i left and got to her house, immediatly had a drink and the night got so much fucking worse...the pain is unbearable...cant eat, sleep, focus.....i used to weigh 170ish, im down to 143...damn thats so sad. this is such a big mess, seems like it will never be fixed. im so broken i dont think ill ever take my wall down again. id rather be alone the rest of my life, how sad is that....im going to NYC alone on saturday to try and meet someone that can take my dream to the next level, and if that doesn't work out....i dont know...