Kumi said 7 years, 9 months ago:
So, a few months ago, I got a shorkie puppy. Adorable little rat 
Anyways
I’ve been depressed for over 12 years now. So nothing new. Back in May though I had stopped substituting, so I was stuck at home all day. By myself. I ended up getting worse. I mean, normally I would be like, yay, home all day. The problem was though, that my roommate wasn’t home. I felt so, Lost. I ended up just getting so bad. I wouldn’t shower (Yeah, ew. I’m a hygiene freak, so this was serious), I would barely eat. I would drink, all the time. I was an alcoholic before, but I got worse. I was never sober. One day my roommate came home and he was worried, which is normal. He went out and bought me a shorkie puppy. Which made me mad because she was expensive (like, good lord, i couldve bought a lot of food with that. ) anyways, sorry i go off on tangents.
anyways, I ended up getting better. not cured. but i wasn’t as alone, or as bad. I had something to do, and a little puppy to play with. it’s so strange how that works. how an animal can sort of bring you to life again isn’t it? I mean, i’m still depressed and all, but at least i’m moving. and not so… well.. gone.
just wanted to share this with you.
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