Just... unfair.

Can't sleep, too many thoughts going around my mind. 

I always try to ignore sad events because I'm too sensitive and often I just can't face them.

Writing down has always been my way to fight my monsters. It's just that sometimes you can't write everything, unless you have a diary (which I have but I'm too lazy to write in it that often) and you know you're the only one reading it.

Pip has been killed by the dog next door, or better, next backyard. I cried my tears out even if she wasn't my cat. When Christina told me the image of the first time I met Pip, she rubbing her nose on mine, didn't want to leave me.

Pip died just two days before the fourth anniversary of Robin's death. Followed by the second of Billie and Vasco on February and March.

Sometimes, when I can't sleep, alone in the darkness, I still can see their dilated pupils and their shaking bodies while life was leaving them.

I want justice for Pip. Each time I see that monster out of my window, barking at Lolly, I just want him out of the picture. I know that everytime he barks, it's a painful shot to Christina which is already thinking of moving somewhere else. I'm thinking the same, actually. I'm not able to open my back door anymore unless I lock Lollipop upstairs.

But anyway.

Again, alone in the darkess with nobody to talk and share with, I'm here.

And my thought is for you, little white Angel. You trusted the world and the world betrayed you.

For you, Robin, Vasco, Billie, Spike and all the sweet good souls aren't with us anymore.