I don't know why I'm feeling so down today. No, no, more like now. I was fine and dandy just now with them and things were nice and I even filled my tummy with nice things credits to him and I would say I am very pleased today.

I don't know why I am thinking such thoughts. I would rather be slapped in the face than be stabbed slowly from behind.

Fear. Terror. Fear. Terror. FEAR.


Of Pets;
I don't know whether to keep you trapped or to let you free. Keeping you under my care keeps me happy, because it gives me joy to know that I am doing something for you. But if your love and the essence of your life lies somewhere out of home, it would be selfish of me to keep you. Perhaps you deserve a better owner, one who may give you that tender loving care that you may not have gotten from me. I tried to give you a better life, but your life cannot be better unless you are brought closer to your ideals and staying with me is only keeping you away from your ideals. I don't want to let you free because I've gotten so attached to you that I cannot bear to see you gone.