severelyshy's Journal

we found Mr. Jingles dead in the furnace. He looked horrible and i just wish i could forget it. i'm the one who had to drag him out. i wish i could just go to sleep and wake up in a different life. i loved him so much, and to make things worse my dad was calling hamsters "disposable pets". they're not, they're way better friends than most people. people will pretend to be your friend, then stab you in the back. people just let you down. they always have to me, but animals never have.