So... nightmares have gotten worse.
But I'm thankful for little Bandit. Or not so little Bandit as he's gotten so big now.
But they're always the same. Always Steve. Always him realising I'm not worth saving and then disappearing in the middle of the night and never coming back...
I guess that's my main fear. Losing the only connection to who I used to be. I lose Steve and I lose myself, I guess...
Bandit it a big help. He lets me cry, rant and even sits with me when I want to be alone. He's one of the best friends I could ever want.
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Diary/Thoughts.
RandomI'll post what I'm thinking or things that I've remembered in here. Yes, it'll be like a diary at times but there are things that I need to get off my chest. Especially if it's something I've remembered.
