Feels like the beginning of the end....

Fairytales are stories that haven't finished.

Wow....my xanga is dead.

I think this has been the worst year by far.

It doesn't feel like the holidays....I have no tree or the smell of fresh pine resonating throughout my little town house.

My beloved little Laila died right before thanksgiving. She broke her spine after jumping off my parents couch while I was in Seattle. Why does this shit happen to me. I can never trust anyone to take care of things for me, especially my fucking family.

I've pushed everyone away, even though I have amazing friends.

My house is so empty without that precious little dog. I never thought anything could ever break my heart again, but alas... here I am with a heart that is  as cold as ever. I feel like my soul died with her.

And fuck anyone who thinks I'm being silly for being so sad. I'm sorry I had the ability to love something with my soul.