I dunno who will read this, of my myriad of subscribers.

But I had to put my dog down this weekend (Saturday). She was 15, so I had her a long time. This is the first time in 22 years that I haven't had a dog at all. Even when I was born, my mom had poodles. So I'm like... kind of feeling disoriented and at a loss. I keep thinking I can hear her crying upstairs, and that kills me a little bit every time. 

The worst thing about pets is that they die before you. The one thing in our lives that is guarnateed to always love us unconditionally, dies all too soon. It's bull.

That said... I'm kind of not interested in writing. I mean I want to, but I don't know what to do without making it all really depressing and sad.Generally, this means I'll end up doing some oneshot or something. Either super angsty or full of comfort-fluff. I dunno.

I just want to go back to how I was when I started Just Want to Go Home where I updated every day. 

Mianhaeyo, guys. 

If anyone wants to talk to me outside of comments, hit me up. I have everything from Skype to AIM. (So, basically, Skype, AIM, Facebook, Tumblr, and MSN.)

Until next time <3