Oh, Gosh

I need to calm down. I'm really having a hard time without my dog. Really. There are 4 things I need in my life: instruments, drugs, The Beatles, and Trixie. They have honestly helped me stay in this world as pathetic as that may sound. Those 2 years of seclusion; and WAM; back into society and I turn to those 4 because actual people just piss me off. Even now I can't feel comfortable.. Maybe it's a sign that I should be a normal person with normal social skills? No. It means that dad didn't lock the fuckin' back gate, a reminder that I've already known that I could have psychological problems, and that my overflowing arrogance could drown me since communication is such a huge base for EVERYTHING. I don't care. I just want my dog to come back.