My story as long and only gets worse. It’s come to the point death has a comfort where it used to hold fear, even hell seems like it might not be so bad if I could just get away from a brain that can’t control emotions. I used to feel bad for animals in high kill shelters. I’ve become jealous. I know cry for those in no-kill shelters. Empathize. Those animals have no place in the world, no one to loce them, no one to make happy, no one to give them purpose, the things that give our souls joy. Many have been abused. Yet […]