Guys guys guys.
I just realised something.
Okay. So, serious first off.
I realised today that I hate people talking about deceased pets/friends/family. If my sister starts talking to me about how much she misses Jerry I get really annoyed and snap at her after a while of her blabber. I also got really pissed off whenever teachers talked about Todd. They'd bring him up in a conversation with the entire class and I'd sit there with a clenched jaw.
I hate people bringing up painful memories.
I hate talking about feelings.
I hate revealing what I truly feel inside.
And in that sense.
I AM DEAN WINCHESTER.
AHAHAA.
YES.
I noticed this as my sister, Tayla, started talking to my little cousin about Jerry, my dog. She even took my cousin to Jerry's grave, which really made me hackle up but I didn't stop her.
Speaking of graves...I've only been to see Todd's grave once, and that was at his funeral. I've been to the cemetary a few times since, but I always keep my distance from his deathbed. What makes his grave worse is the fact that the overlying stone is a huge colour picture of his face.
Euggh.
But yes.
I feel amazing about it now.
Because I am Dean.
btw I can talk about this shit online because people can't read my deeper thoughts through my expressions. Done deal.Header and footer art by escapezeechelsea