Sleep, Shop, Ballet... Repeat.

All I can do is just try not to think about it. I can accept that she's gone, but it hurts too much to think about it. If I think about it, I cry, and if I cry, it hurts more. I feel so stupid that it's over a cat, when there are so many worse things in the world, but it's just honesty that I feel this way, and that it hurts so much. I have very, very few memories of life before Belle. That means that she has been a companion to me my entire life.



I've been distracting myself by sleeping, shopping, and ballet. My ballet instructor even asked me to join another class of his on Sundays, so I'll be in dance again tomorrow, hopefully not thinking about her.