remember when I used to like dogs that seems like just yesterday oh wait that was just yesterday but now I never want to see another dog ever again especially those that are taller than me when they stand up and/or strong enough to literally tear my arms off or any other body part I’m so weak a disabled, two year old child could probably beat me up. And I want to set up a fund so I can have enough money to move to England because I hate the fucking sun so if anybody wants to donate money to the help me get the hell out of this fiery furnace/sweltering sauna located on the surface of the sun fund please do so, yes I’ll admit it I’m one of those stupid, obnoxious, ridiculous girls that hates sweating and mud and dirt and excrement and any and every kind of insect I don’t care, think what you want just please don’t make me do it again I can’t bear it. I want to go dig a hole in the ground and bury myself in it because I rather die than have to continue to experience the horror and desperation of being trapped in this situation, why is it that dying is always so much more preferable in every situation I find myself in.