now i have mixed emotions about buying shoes, and wearing them is an entirely different story

[xrhinestonedx]

i remember when my best friend died. Cocoa was my cat that i had since i was 2 or three years old. I talked to her, i cried in front of her, and just like any other best friends, i told her my secrets. I only liked my cat and my cat only liked me. I think that this was a problem, because when she died i didnt know what to do. I never saw the body. When i went to Montana for about two weeks, she got soo bad my mom had to have her put to sleep. I knew that she was going to die when i was gone... and i even said goodbye to her before i left. It must have had been the anticipation of my mom telling me the news that made me soo sad. It was really quite traumatizing when i came home to no Cocoa, but would occasionally find some of her hair on a blanket or a piece of clothing that i hadnt worn for a while.

Things like/similar to this still bother me

the magazine clippings
that song
handwriting
the shit i haven't cleared off my couch
that dress
myself