The latch on my door opened after a some battle of pulling and wiggling. I sent a quick prayer of thanks to whoever was listening, somedays I decide it isn't worth the effort to try and just climb in through one of my many broken windows. Broken windows aren't normal in this part of town however some little shit around the neighbourhood had decided that my front windows all needed stone sized holes in them. I knew why I was the victim, everyone in Crackston knew me but none knew me very well, I had work friends but no social friends, and so I had no one to back me up and help me confront him.

Stepping into my humble abode I let out a long sigh, the dog had shit all over my damn bed. I start the boring task of cleaning up the disgusting mess and decide in my mind how badly I'm going to beat up and kill the kid who broke my windows and how I was going to cut up and sell my dogs meat to some weird and suspect restaurant and maybe how I was going to shove janet out of the French doors she loves so much that she has to rub my face in every time I go past to office which is infinitely bigger than mine.

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The worst part about my life is how even though the though of following through on my actions sounds blissful, this fucking world and its laws wouldn't let that stand and within a week I'd be locked up in a cell with a death penalty and a regretful face.

I decide to just eat some chocolate and chill in my bedroom corner, definitely not crying just clearing my eyes. My dog comes over to sit next to me, not understanding the mood and tail wagging happily. The urge to gouge out his brown eyes and stomp on his snout is almost unbearable, almost. I can't believe I decided to adopt him. I was fresh out of education and naive. I cannot get rid of him now and he is too good of a deterante to thieves who see my open windows as an opportunity.