If she goes...

If Greta goes then she gets a nice happy life on a farm. With places to run and things to chase. Someday she'll be too preoccupied with chasing chickens or whatever to remember the one who argued for days upon fucking days to just get her a bowl. She'll forget the one who named her, and petted her until she looked stoned with happiness. If Greta goes then she'll get what I always wanted, she'll go far far away from East. If Greta goes, I will stay. Stay here with the sick sadistic people that the fates placed me with. The ones who exiled her, and said that she was just too much. Too much what? Energy? Pee on carpets?
What the hell did I do? Every fucking thing that I have ever loved i just can't have. It's like the fates or god or whoever is just sitting there switching between my life and hbo reruns and "WHOOPS! Looks like she almost LOVED something there for a minute, better screw that up,". Seriously from George Harrison, to Norah, to Belle, Adam Lambert, taken theatre guys number one and two, these are just the examples from THIS YEAR of SHIT THAT I LOVED WITH MY HEART AND SOUL THAT DIDN'T WORK OUT. But this is my doggie, and I love her and I want her to stay.