Void of Space

A lot happened yesterday. Was on my paper route when I saw this bird flopping around on the ground. When I got closer and realized it was not a pigeon, I managed to pick it up and carry it home. Becca and I got a cage ready for it, gave it food and water, and made sure all the holes and the door was closed up so it couldn't get out and hurt itself.

I managed to get a good look at it. It's a dove, a young one. It can't fly; something either got it and broke its wing, or it broke it on accident. I didn't name it, cause whenever I name something that's sick/hurt/wounded, it usually dies. The my depression and I ride that damn emotional rollercoaster, all the way down.....

The dove reminds me of myself. It's symbolic, I guess. I can't fly anymore... my wing's broken. I don't know if I broke it myself, or if someone else broke it. I need someone to help me heal it, but I'm reluctant. I don't want to get hurt worse then I already am. They just need to let me know that the aren't going to hurt me, and that they want to take care of me.

At least the dove doesn't struggle anymore when I come near. It just kind of looks at me wierd, like it's wary of me. Can't say I blame it, I mean, I am 20 times its size. But I won't hurt it. I just want to get it healed and release it. But if it ends up crippled, I won't be able to let it go knowing that it'll die out there.

I'll probably die of depression.