I still don't know why I have abandoned handwritten journals for my blog except for the fact that sometimes typing is just faster then writing.
I like this blog. It also doesn't run out of paper or stack up on my bookshelf.
I don't share everything but it is sufficient.

I'm buying Frankie private training lessons with someone who is extremely knowledgeable about pitbulls. At first I couldn't imagine spending more money then I thought about the long run and how good this really will be.

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I still haven't heard from you.
I don't know what I did for you to not write back or call. Not even give me the time of day. Somehow miles between us caused you to forget about me.
It's very apparent that I'm not important to you.
The biggest problem I have with this is that it is so fucking unfair of you to show yourself to me as someone you aren't.
Not even close to the person I see now. My gut trusted you. And my heart. I don't come by that everyday and when I do it is so important to me so this, for now, is the biggest mystery in my life and honestly I am beyond sick of trying to not think about I because all it does is haunt my blood.
It isn't just thoughts running around in my head it's affecting my whole body.
I won't let this happen again.

The memories are like shadows
The light won't let them disappear.