so last night i got off work,
met up my neighbor to watch the latest episode of “euphoria”,
and when i got in at around 11pm…

i didn’t ask to foster to a puppy.
i never liked the idea because i know me.
i’ll get close to an animal,
bond with it,
love it,
and train it only to then let it gotta go to someone else.
living here has been heavy on impulses with light chaos tbh,
so this puppy has been my peace.
i had the option to adopt and even though its a few hundred,
it’s not on my budget especially with the apartment deadline over my head.
well apparently in a message today…