Bruce

I got a puppy. He's a giant schnouzer, (though he's not very big right now) and his name is Bruce. He's probably the only reason I'm even okay right now. It's Christmas Break, and that means 2 weeks alone with my 'family'. Nothing's changed with them. They hurt me so much, I feel like dying most days I'm stuck here. If it weren't for Bruce I would not be okay at all. He brightens my day so much just by running over and jumping on my lap in the couch, he makes me so happy. Just the reassurance of the fact that there's at least one living creature that gives a shit about me means so much to me, more than words can convey. I'm just so thankful for a release.