Yesterday Kayla and I butted heads good. We've both had some ruff weeks and haven't spoken. When friends go a while without speaking and things happen, it makes talking hard. One thinks their weeks have been worse. I've come to the realization that no one is given more than they can handle. It may seem impossible to keep going, but that is a quitting thought. I've been overcoming my grief with Lady's death. Instead of crying anymore, I just am haunted by the day's moments whenever I close my eyes. I want to go home so much and just hold onto Haley when it happens, but I'm kept away from my dog because of my responsibilities at school. I wanted to give up so many times this year cause things just mounted too high against me, but I didn't. I waded the storm out and dug my heels in, forcing myself to hang in there and things got better. Giving up because things just are too much will get no one anywhere. I don't believe there is a single person worse off than anyone else. Life is never perfect for anyone. Everyone goes through very trying times and if they don't give up, things get better for a length of time before the next obstacle. All of this may sound like garbage to people, but it's what I've come to believe in in these last month. It's what helped me keep going these last two weeks without Lady and connections to friends. If I keep this mentality through thick or thin, I know will do okay in life. I just wish people who don't think they can keep going believe it and don't give up on themselves and life.