Oops,I ...killed her...

I miss Brit...badly

Right now...I'm so sad, depressed, frustrated and lonely. I'm missing someone right now. I want her back. But I think it's impossible because...I already killed her.

At school, the most awaited moment happened...the dissecting of frogs. At first, I feel pity for my frog Britney because I will surely miss her if I kill her. My heart can't take to kill her. I can't just throw away our "memories". I took care of her for 3 days and 2 nights. I always clean her. Make fun of her and play her whenever I'm alone. In school, I always bet her for a race with other frogs. Sometimes I throw her because she's so stubborn. I often pinch her chest because it's cute and stout. I want to pop it.

Deep inside...even it hurts... I followed what's on my mind. I followed the 100% score floating in my mind. At first, I'm having second thoughts. But all I can do is to dissect it, cut it, observe it and soak it to that damn denatured alcohol. The hardest part for me was putting pins in her hands and feet. It looked so awful for me. Imagine, you need to prick the pins hardly for them to avoid from jumping and making disturbing movements while dissecting.

Now, the dead Brit is in my room, on the top of my study table. I miss hyper Brit. Even though my loneliness is killing me!... I need to accept the fact that I killed her.

In memories of Britney. November 15, 2007 5:00pm.