Im trying to keep my mind occupied, but I feel like I am in an alternate reality. Nothing is right. I’m staying with mom for an indeterminate amount of time and always seeing his stuff everywhere makes me tear up because I know he’ll never use any of those things again. Mom had bought him some Cracker Jacks, but they sit on the table untouched.

My peer support is taking me out today. I’m going to ask if she’ll take me to some animal shelters. Every time a person or a pet I love passes on, I go out and adopt an animal. I don’t know if it’ll be a cat or dog. It will be whoever calls to me. Dad will probably be yelling at me from atop his cloud if I choose a dog, he didn’t think I can care for one lol. I will and he can be proud of me.