After weeks of getting bullied, I was beginning to lose hope. I really needed a way to cope with my sadness. I looked at my Siberian Husky, Diesel, and said, "I wish anda could talk. anda could tell me what to do." He could make noises that sounded like he was talking, but he couldn't talk like a person. One day, I saw a pocket knife, and I don't know what I was thinking, but I made some cuts on my leg. It really hurt, but the pain gave me something to focus on other than how lonely I was. It made me forget about all the bullying....for a brief period. I kept doing it. I later heard a song sejak a band called Nine Inch Nails. The song was called "Hurt". I felt a connection with the first set of lyrics.
"I hurt myself today,
To see if I still feel.
I focus on the pain,
The only thing that's real."
One day, my aunt caught me cutting. "Autumn!" she cried. "What are anda doing?!" I dropped the pocket pisau and began to cry. She asked, "Why are anda doing this?" I said, "It helps me cope with loneliness. I don't have any friends." She helped me clean the wounds. She said, "Autumn, anda need to find a better way to cope. It's killing me to see anda like this." She hugged me. She did some research to find ways to help me. I took up painting and played my instruments more. Of course, I did have my bad days, and habits don't disappear like something in a magic act. One day, I got out the pocket knife. I was about to cut myself, but Diesel took it from me and dropped it at my uncle's feet. My uncle then hit the pocket pisau from me. Sometimes, I'd cut with scissors, but Diesel would usually stop me. He'd make a noise that sounded like he was saying, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" It would make me laugh, and I'd forget all about cutting. I still wished that I had a human friend. Then, one day, the seemingly impossible occurred.
"I hurt myself today,
To see if I still feel.
I focus on the pain,
The only thing that's real."
One day, my aunt caught me cutting. "Autumn!" she cried. "What are anda doing?!" I dropped the pocket pisau and began to cry. She asked, "Why are anda doing this?" I said, "It helps me cope with loneliness. I don't have any friends." She helped me clean the wounds. She said, "Autumn, anda need to find a better way to cope. It's killing me to see anda like this." She hugged me. She did some research to find ways to help me. I took up painting and played my instruments more. Of course, I did have my bad days, and habits don't disappear like something in a magic act. One day, I got out the pocket knife. I was about to cut myself, but Diesel took it from me and dropped it at my uncle's feet. My uncle then hit the pocket pisau from me. Sometimes, I'd cut with scissors, but Diesel would usually stop me. He'd make a noise that sounded like he was saying, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" It would make me laugh, and I'd forget all about cutting. I still wished that I had a human friend. Then, one day, the seemingly impossible occurred.
I haven't written any artikel-artikel on my peminat club in a while. I felt like Penulisan a eulogy about my dog, Fluffy. Fluffy was my saat female dog. I remember when I got her. My aunt and uncle and I were visiting with my grandmother's sister in Florida. One of her neighbors happened to be breeding Smooth collie puppies. I took one of them utama with me, and I named her Fluffy for the sake of being ironic. She was the most vocal of all the Anjing I've had. She was also very motherly. When we adopted Roxy, my Pit Bull, Fluffy accepted the pup as her own. She did the same with my Rottweiler, Stone, and with my newest dog, River. When my first dog, Diesel, passed away, Fluffy grieved lebih than the other dogs, save for Sadie, my Labrador. Fluffy grieved really hard when we Lost Sadie a tahun ago. Fluffy was really smart, too. She knew hundreds of words and phrases, and I cannot possibly name all of them. I miss her very much, and so does everyone else. I'll never forget her. May she rest in peace.
It was close to Christmas. The members of New Religion decided to go spend time was their families. Sadly, Erin's grandmother passed away. It was devastating for Erin. When New Religion picked up their tour, many people wanted to interview Erin. Lola said, "She Lost a loved one. How do anda think she's doing?!" Carl said, "Erin needs time to mourn her grandmother. She doesn't need a microphone in her face." Paul said, "She's been through so much. Leave her alone!" Erin thanked her Friends for standing up for her. She later said, "I now know how Paul McCartney felt after John Lennon got shot." Lola hugged her. Things did get better for Erin with time. She Lost so many she loved, but she kept going and never gave up.