You don't wanna read, I don't really care to be honest 😂😂 this is just so I can rant, so yeah.

I had a *small* breakdown as I was walking home today.

My last lesson was art, so I was having a pretty good time, I enjoy art, as you might see from the Art post thingy earlier. The thing is, I was using my iPad to search something up, and it has a clear case on the back.

(M)

I've printed out a bunch of pictures of my cousin's dog and put it on the back of the iPad, so he's always with me, because while thinking about *it* makes me uneasy and stuff like that, I also like having him by my side.

This girl, let's call her, idk, X. (This wasn't even used idk why I put it in)

She saw the pictures, and as she had a dog, she immediately went "Aw, he's cute! Is he yours?"

I said nope, he's my cousin's, but yeah.

She proceeded to ask a bunch of questions about him, which I honestly don't mind, it's not like she knows that *it* had happened. I like talking about him, so I just answered.

(I)

I should seriously focus on myself, because I remember feeling upset talking about him, but I carried on anyway.

I can't talk about people who are *gone* for too long, I don't know why. The rest of my family are fine, and it's just me tearing up and asking if I can quickly go to the bathroom and quickly bawl my eyes out.

Anywayyyyyy

The question which kinda broke me was "How old is he?"

I could literally feel my voice go higher, which happens when I'm holding in tears, you know?

I said "He's been put down."

She immediately apologised, but I said it's fine, it was a few weeks ago, it's not really her fault.

She told me about her dog that had been put down last year, which kind of made me feel happier (in a weird way), I like knowing that theres someone who I can talk to and whatever.

As we left the lesson, she said that if I needed anybody to talk to, she'd be happy to. I said yeah, awesome, that's really nice of you.

She immediately left to go home, while I went to my locker.

My best friend (kind of) (also known as Z) asked what it was about, and I told her what me and X were talking about and she told me about her guinea pig who died.

Quite honestly, though it was nice of her to tell me about it, I'd talked a bit too much about my cousin's dog throughout the day, and I just wanted to go home.

When we got to our lockers, I put my iPad down, but you could still see the pictures, and went to get my bag out of my locker.

(L)

This boy, let's call him Y, saw the pictures, and we had this conversation:

Y- who's dog is this?

Me- My cousins

Y- I don't think it is, I think it's someone else's dog

Me- Nope, it's my cousin's

Y- You've stalked a dog, haven't you?

Me- I'm prettyyyyy sure I know him.

Y proceeded to take the picture out of the case and made it seem like he was going to throw it in the bin. Obviously I'm really angry about this, I'm not losing him again, so I ran over and snatched the picture out of his hands, because honestly, what was the point of doing that?

I quickly put the picture back in the case and I took my iPad over to my locker with me and quickly put it in my bag.

Y left, so me and Z found her friend and started walking, me holding in tears, in the end just pretending to be fine and just talking to them like normal.

As soon as they left, we walk home different ways, I broke down and immediately called my mum (I'm British). I explained what Y had done, and she said she'd pick me up in about half an hour, which is basically the time I get home, but for now I should just start walking and she'd pick me up from wherever I was.

As I was walking, I literally had tears pouring down my face. Whenever someone was walking toward me, the opposite direction, I'd just walk backwards, pretending it's something I do a lot and that I'm perfectly fine.

(O)

When my mum finally picked me up, I was sobbing and it took several minutes to calm me down.

I don't know whether I worked myself up into a panic attack or what, but it took a ten minute drive to go buy some stuff for me to calm down (maybe it was longer, I wasn't really counting the minutes).

Of course, as soon as we get to the shops (again, British) I saw one of my old teachers from my old school.

I felt like crying again, because I miss my primary school and I really wish that I was back there (but I can't).

Yeah, that was my day.

Full of drama and tears. Fun, right?

Oh, but you know something else? I started writing a bit more of chapter 10 (technically 11, if you include the prologue) for Hunted, and if I quickly finish it now (only a couple hundred words left) then it'll be finished and you'll get two chapter on Thursday!

So that's good, right?

If you managed to read this all (almost 1000 words, woah) then congrats, and I hope you didn't get too affected from my life.

Lol.

Also, I leaked my cousin's dog name, so if you saw that, say —-> here!!!

That's all, bye!

- WriteCrazyForLife