Muuuh (Photo by Laci Geiger)
We can’t really conclude that yet. I don’t know. And that’s just making everything so much worse.
I went to your house today. I met your dog, walked past your car and entered your bedroom. For the very first time. Your parents haven’t changed anything yet and the belongings you had with you in your dorm room are in a neat pile on your bed. I sat in your desk chair and talked to your parents about you.
We talked about everything. Suicide, veganism, vegetarianism, animal rights, religion, atheism. You name it.
They’re going on a trip to visit your father’s family starting Tuesday.
It always surprises me that I manage to hold myself together in front of your parents only to fall apart hours later.
I wish I lived in a vegan-village and we could all grow veggies and take in farm animals and have our own little vegan grocery.
hi im coming