nerve wracked

i am point fingers, and placing the blame…for the butterflies in my stomach.

1. why do pets die? and why did we have to do it today. i felt like the thunderstorm was significant. because she hated them, so very much. and putting pets to sleep is sad.

2. why can’t things be the way they were. you hate me, i hate you…and we have a few mutual friends. “it’s never going to make it back alive” -gwen stefani.