Stop. I have watched you cry about the same two boys for two years now. Don’t you know some of us love you for…you? I hate when your tears hit my fur. All I can do is lick your face and try to soothe you. But you just continue to drown me in your tears.
Every morning, I see you take the same medicine. You are so happy for 5 hours. But then you sink in to the darkness. And then I see you on the bathroom floor and the sad look on Mom and Dad’s face. Sister please.
Hearing you laugh makes my day. I jump on you because when you are finally happy, I get happy and I can’t control my excitement.
I see you look in the mirror and change into 100 different outfits. There is nothing wrong with your figure.
I have watched you get yelled at for your grades, but I have also watched you celebrate as you improved them and conquered your biggest battle. I am so proud of you.
On those days you lose however, I am still here for you to lean on.
You have no idea all the things I would say, if I could talk.
Return Address: Yesterday, your pet/baby/inanimate object could read your post. Today, they can write back. Write a post from their point of view (or just pick any non-verbal creature/object).