I am so obsessed about getting a dog. But I know it’ll never happen. So I have to find something new to focus on, so I don’t disappoint myself constantly by looking at petfinder.com pictures of doggies in my local area.
I got shots to my scalp this morning to help speed up the hair growth. There goes any chance of a facial piercing ever happening. I had to get four shots in both my eyebrows. No, thank you, that’s okay.
The depression feeling is still there. I feel like I’m at the bottom of a deep well, my back against the wall, looking up and seeing a light so far away, but the rope is tattered, wet, and I’ve no strength to grab on.