i have to document this

For over a month an event has been dominating my thoughts. It has been waiting for me to get it down in this journal, waiting for me to admit what I have done and recieve reconciliation.

I was bitter that night. I couldn't sleep and my mind was racing over the terrors of my future homework and the resulting responsibility. The rest of the house seemed rather care-free and completely awake. Through the door I heard them and my body drifted in and out of sleep. My mind was practically shut down and controlled by mere emotions during those intervals of awareness. Suddenly, in the pitch black, I heard my dog groaning and itching his ears. He was shaking my brothers bed and I yelled at him to stop. Being dumb and devoid of the ability to understand me, not to mention the pain of his off and on ear infection, he continued. I, therefore, got up, grabbed my football pillow and whipped it at him. I heard him squeel and I guided him out the door. I felt, and still feel (more so now that I am writing it) like a complete asshole. I'm a bad person sometimes. He doesn't even remember, but I'm still really sorry.

Kind of anti-climatic. Such is life I guess.