Flipping goodness. I'm so mad I could hit myself. I feel like a villain slash heartless witch. My brother wrapped up this newborn bird that fell from its nest so it wouldn't get cold. When I returned home from walking the dogs, one of them went by the wayside and I didn't give notice (it was dark). She carried and deposited it by the garage door (not killing it though. I don't understand why, but she puts everything in her mouth. She tried eating dustbunnies while I was cleaning today). I went to put the dogs inside and by the time I got back, my sister's friends were stepping on it! What the hell! Why couldn't I have carried it back before?
I don't know why the hell I can't set my priorities straight. My brother found it later. "Me and Bryan were supposed to watch over that bird and let it go when it could fly. We fed it yogurt today." I seriously kill everyone's plans. alsdkfjasd;fl; this all. Supposed to defend little things that can't defend themselves and, yet, I fail. I can't be trusted to do things right.
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