I walked down the stairs. Hugging the wall. I had to look. I had to find out if my dog was there. It was.

I don't know why these things happened. My therapist says i sound disapointed with my life. HELL YES I DO. The preacher on Sunday says God has a plan for everyone. I don't think so. Things just happen. For the good person and the bad. I used to think that if I was good, things would be better. I don't think so anymore. If I was good why would these things have happen. It doesn't matter. We are just placed and the dice is rolled. We make choices and the rest is out of our hands.

I am so mad.