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buried samson today...i wrote him a poem that i buried with him...we buried him under the big blue spruce in our backyard that he liked to sit under when he was outside...i cried my eyes out but what else is new...i cant bear losing animals...they are a part of me and it is as if a part of me dies with them

Dear Santa Tibbs,

There are no materialistic items that I long to acquire. My heart is broken, there is no holiday cheer here. All that I ask is for something not even you yourself can bring: the life returned to Samson, my cat who beat his final beat in my arms this morn. To tear at my flesh and pull on my hair, has done nothing to help me with this pain that I bear. So empty I feel, dead inside of a shell, I am cold to the touch and lost in hell. I would gladly exchange my own life for his, if only I could. So Santa Tibbs, please do what you can to bring me some peace and relief from this pain deep within.

robins back in the day treatment program again...she started cutting last week and has been having lots of trouble dealing with her emotions and her impulsive behaviors...so now shes there to try and stop her b4 she has to be put inpatient...she needs to realize that people can only help her so much as she is willing to help herself and willng to accept the help

the sad truth is, that i can never help her as much as i would like because she refuses to open up to me...i know that its hard to let go and let other people in...ive been there, dont that...i know that her parents choice to act as if nothing ever happened or that she should just forget about it makes her feel like she must be wrong to be bothered by it...thing is, u can never get better without letting it out