Alex

He got out again, and this time we can't find him. If there is goodness in my universe, please bring my puppy boy back to me, as healthy as he was when he left.

Starting Over

I don't know that anyone will ever see this but me. I'm okay with that. I'm sick of the drama and hurt feelings that have come from the "circles" I've been involved with on other social media sites. I'm tired of speaking my mind to be given token gestures of caring without any real meaning, or, even worse, being told that I'm wrong in everything I do and everything I feel. So, screw it. I'm done. I might go back at some point, but, for now, I have no intention of posting on those sites unless I'm specifically spoken to. I am not doing this for anyone but me. I need a safe space, a place to vent. It works better if I have people to vent to, but I clearly don't have that many people that I can do that with, so I'll do it alone; I've pretty much gotten used to that. If people find me here, great. I will have to assume that they are here because they actually care and want to be there for me. I have no intention of telling anyone about this blog, so anyone that finds it would have to have come looking. I don't know what I'll talk about here. It may be depressing as hell. It may be light and fluffy. It may go rapidly back and forth between the two. You know what? It's my damn space. No one is here, at least for now, so I can say whatever I want, and I plan to. So there it is. Here we go.