Day 172: Worst Day of My Life

Day 172

My dog was just put to sleep.

I don’t even know what to say. My brain is screaming THIS IS NOT HAPPENING NOT HAPPENING NOT HAPPENING.

But she’s gone and I can’t stop crying.

I wasn’t there when she was put down. I was there a few minutes before and seeing her sad sad face. I couldn’t handle it.

I miss her now.

Today’s task is to give up sleep and see what I can get done.

I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep. I don’t know if I’ll get anything done when I do.

Today’s just. It’s miserable.

I want my puppydog. (she wasn’t a puppy, she was 12, but she’s still my puppydog.)

I wish I could just stop crying.

Right now, I’m stuck in the basement of Mike’s church. He had come to my dorm when I came back to see me and comfort me, then he remembered he had a meeting here. Unfortunately, I am not allowed to this meeting, I’ve been down here for an hour, and the bus back to the dorm leaves in an hour.

And I don’t even have internet.

And I’m still crying.

This sucks.

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That was the worst day of my life.
I don't want to think about it.

I don't know what the task was that day. I don't care.