I just got back from seeing my sister; apparently my dad is telling her that the reason I left home was because of her when it was, in fact, because he is an abusive man. Anyway—my sister and I got on surprisingly well and I got her to snap a picture of me with my dog.
So this is Charlie, everybody! I had to leave him behind when I moved out because he is a family dog and now I am seldom able to see him because I live in a different city and its hard to go over to my old house because of scheduling reasons and whatnot. He’s 14 now I think, getting very old—I love him so much!