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March 16, 2007
When it comes out of the closet, why do I start jumping up and down like I've lost my fucking mind?

Why do I let myself be tethered like this, why do I almost fucking choke myself to death trying to get away from it?

I pull and pull and pull, so why do I want it around my neck so much?

The bitch at the end of the leash sometimes cries out, "Dog!" or, "Sit!" and, goddammit, I stop! Why?

Why don't I try to kill her, at least once? Why do I love the leash?

Kibble! Kibble! Kibble!