My life is good, always has been. Although I have my ups and downs, sometimes feeling a bit depressed, I still have everything I need and everything I want. I have a big and loving funny family, a pet, a while attic dedicated to the band me and my friends made, games, I couldn’t ask for more.

My dad would sneak me things when I was a kid whenever my mom said no, and I was an only kid, that was until my baby sister lily was born when I was 16. She’s about two years old now and is obsessed with hello kitty and strawberry shortcake, overall sweet girl. Me and my friends are close, and i currently actually met you. I decided to why not invite you to my house.

It’s nice and a decently big size with good rooms, we get to my attic and I find my drum sticks, my dog, My Shih tzu Meela comes in and just walks around. I let her, I don’t really mind her being in here. It’s filled with nice metal posters, instruments, etc…It’s December 17th, 1987. I even have some games and a TV up there. As I start playing my drums, I feel myself, that is until Meela barks. Every time I hit a note. Bark. I then stop and watch her, as she looks away, I start playing again. But no I can’t, why? “BARRRR” Meela barks, I stop drumming and give her the “can’t you shut up?” And “really, dude?” Look. I love Meela, and she’s so cute, but so fucking loud and annoying. I personally have always wanted a pug, but my mom is obsessed with shih tzus, so we got one. She has photo frames, clothes, clothes for the damn dog, etc. that’s how much she loves them. I continue to look at her, my black tank top shifting as my blue jeans stay still.