I'm a well read grad student who's bluntly honest about all things, although I try to be most honest about myself.
"And okay, yeah, sure, I think I remember a dog somewhere along the line, in middle school - before things went really crazy. Something that loved me without talking back, or hitting me, or asking anything at all, except maybe for food and a walk."

Ignore the words on that GIF. But, yes, I am crying tears. (And, hi, waves, they can be manly if that's how you imaging me crying.)
I just can't with this. So many feels. Why, book, why? Why?