Ramblings

Marley and Me

It's stupid. I know this. I'm seventeen years old, I know how life-and death- works. But I still cried. And cried. And cried. I just couldn't stop. Maybe it's because I'm, well, pregnant, and there's a lot of changes going on with my hormones and crap, but it was freaking sad! I've lost animals, many times. And I hate to see anyone go through it. Especially since it's a true story. It happened. And I'm so terrified of having my own pet because I don't want to lose it. Does that make me a pathetic child? If it does, so be it. I just don't want to go through that pain again. And I don't think anyone else should either.
My fiancee said when he gets a dog, he'll make sure I hate it so I won't be sad or cry when it dies. But what he doesn't get is that I will cry. I'll cry and be sad, not only because he's sad, but because that animal was a big part of my life. It was always there, and then it's not. Poof. Everything that made it into something to be loved or hated is gone. Everything. I hate death. People can spout all they want about 'they're in a better place' but it's not the same. They're not here with me, living and laughing and enjoying the wind on their cheeks. They're gone. And you can't know that they're better off. You can't know that. It's stupid, but that's how I feel.
It's not just animals. I'm frightened for everyone I love every day, though I don't let it effect my daily life. I don't want to lose anything I love, or care about. I'm just selfish like that.
Anyway, just me rambling about what that freaking movie made me think about. Thank god no one reads these things....