Sigh.

I am sitting on my bed writing this blog post. I have no idea what this post is gonna turn out to be like, I just feel like unloading my feelings here. So if you're already bored, don't read this post. You will die of boredom.

I don't know why I am so emotionally unstable lately. I feel weak and easily defeated. I miss the days when I was strong and optimistic. I start to blame the people around me for being unthoughtful. it's their inconsideration that causes all my emotion breakdown.

I remember those days when my dog used to sit beside me when I was sad, listening to my rant about the bad day I just had. He was not an obedient dog, always peeing and pooing around the house, but somehow, he always knew when I was sad and needed someone to talk to. Whenever I was depressed, he would sit beside me and let me cry my heart out. Sometimes he licked off my tears as if he was trying to tell me that everything would be okay.

Animal's love is so selfless. My dog loved me, he just did. I didn't have to do anything fancy to impress him, nor did I have to always look pretty for him to love me, nor did I have to be super smart to be respected. He never hurt me. All I had to do was just be his owner, and he would love me, unconditionally.

I miss him so much and I feel extremely sorry for not being a good owner. But I wish he knows that that was nothing I could do. Jealousy strikes me sometimes when I see Chester getting so much attention and love from my family, whereas my dog had to live outside the house like an abandon stray dog. Why is it so unfair? He was such a smart and beautiful dog.

Why didn't anybody bother to see all the tricks he learnt to do?

Why wasn't he considered as part of the family?

Why did he have to be alone?