sleeping is giving in

last day of work, so last time i'm going to write stupid shite in here. i think now is a better time than any to give in and accept that this was the last summer of my life as i've known it and that i have to learn to be alone again. i dreamt that my dog died of cancer in 2006 or 2008 and it was a printout of his lifeline on old printer paper, the kind that you had to tear apart and it had fringes on the sides. not anything i can do about anything, just let change happen and try to be numb to it.