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I always thought you hated this thing—the journal, I mean. You always had a look of disgust or loathing whenever you dragged this thing out. Well, you did that when I was locked in your room, when, um, the dragon (was that what you called Dr. Miller?) first got you one. I didn't really know how difficult it was for you to express your feelings then, but I began to realize when you yelled at me when I told you it was going to be okay. Ah, yes, good times. You're probably wondering—well, if you can wonder, I'm not sure—how I exactly knew you called Miller the dragon. I walked into the bedroom after our little dispute we had Christmas day—I'm

Saturday, December 24 Pumpkin was a total ass. I thought it would have been a good idea, since it's our first place together, to throw a Christmas party with a few of our close friends. Well, it wasn't. Pumpkin drank a lot, much to my disappointment. They didn't even seem to care that people were talking about them while they thundered around without a care in the world. It ticked me off. How could Pumpkin act like that? I don't know what I'm gonna do with them! I'll just have to punish them tonight. They were acting like a whore earlier. Well, if they like acting like a whore, then I'll punish them like one. Word Count: 112. (OOC: Co

Friday, December 23 I noticed Pumpkin was limping this morning. And with every other step they took, they had begun to whimper. I went over to them when they had lay down on my bed and hugged them, my arms wrapped around their small body as I stroked their sore body, kissing their face. I remember that Pumpkin was also wailing last night, like they were in pain. I feel horrible. I hope everything will be okay tomorrow, on Christmas Eve. Word Count: 78. (OOC: Co-written with: sfregiato (https://www.deviantart.com/sfregiato).)

Thursday, December 22 I fabricated a plan earlier today. I'm going to make Pumpkin forgive me. It's so genius that nothing could get in the way to make it fail. But, just my luck, something happened. Okay, well, my plan was to watch Let the Right One In with Pumpkin, but when I popped in the movie and told them to come here, they shook their head, but eventually, they gave in and decided to watch it with me. After the movie, I turned to Pumpkin and tried to hug them and kiss their face, but they slipped away and walked to the bedroom. So, like always, I guess I overreacted, because next second, I was following them into the bedroom and y

Wednesday, December 21 After I took a much needed shower and curled up on the couch to spend another night alone, guess who comes right through the door! Yep. That's right. Pumpkin and Boo. They were in great shape, much to my relief, but when I got a closer look at Boo, I noticed that something was off about her. And that something was her tail. It was all scratched up, and its gray fur was shredded off at different areas. It made me sick to look at, so I grabbed some gauze from the bathroom and wrapped it up nicely without her complaining. Once she got settled in, she lay down on my bed, under the covers, and fell right asleep. And

Tuesday, December 20 I was having a perfectly good time watching Tosh.0 with Pumpkin and Boo until suddenly, and I don't even know how this happened, Pumpkin and I got into another argument, and they left my house! They just walked right out! And they even took Boo with them! They're just trying to deprive me of everything that makes me happy in my life. I know they are! They just want to see me depressed. Well, that's just fucking fine! Because I am depressed! I haven't felt this way before in my life, and I don't know what to do! I need Pumpkin. I need Boo. But no, they both just walked out of my life! I'm getting desperate. Why does P

Monday, December 19 I decided to follow Pumpkin today. They walked into Hobby Lobby. I hid behind an aisle full of scented pinecones. The smell was getting to me. It made my head hurt, but I had to stay and watch Pumpkin, see what they were up to. They weren't really doing anything, though, just standing there, doing nothing. I didn't quite get what they were doing, so I tried to edge closer to get a better look, but my hip ended up getting caught on the shelf, and a whole section of the Goddamn scented pinecones came crashing down. And, of course, everyone ran to check what had made the loud crash. One of them was Pumpkin, and they look

Monday, November 28 I'm at work, and I brought Pumpkin along, but I kinda lost them. I got scared, but then I saw Pumpkin trotting back into the store. They were carrying a bag, and it was dangling from their mouth. They looked at me with wide, puppy-dog eyes, and then slowly blinked. I took the bag and the leash that was lying on the ground. I opened the bag and found two salty pretzels. So, now, Pumpkin and I are eating them. Word Count: 80. (OOC: Written by: sfregiato (https://www.deviantart.com/sfregiato). You guys are gonna regret it.)