Thanks for stopping by the other day. I know, I looked like shit. But I’m mourning, you know. Thanks for the foodstuff too. I think it’s going to take a while before I can integrate myself back into normal social life. I feel like everyone out there is another monster waiting to be set loose. I look outside my window and I see fluffy’s murderer in all their faces. The fat ones that don’t like dogs or anything else. The slim ones that pretend to like dogs but fantasize about throwing them into the lagoon. I don’t know who to trust anymore. I’m trying to write about my pain. I’m trying to survive as you said, by channeling my grief to my book. I haven’t written in months. Mum and dad are already tired of supporting me. They won’t tell me but I can tell. But hey, I can finish my book. I know I can.