No. This is the old computer. She has a better one now. She wrote a post and I'm glad because she could pay attention at what she was reading.
Now she is trying to focus on the good things she used to do and trying to visualize doing it again. I hope taking me out is one of this things. She is tired physically.
Yesterday she thought about writing something about her and all of the humans that she knows here on the computer - she likes you all a lot:
"no matter what don't ever forget that we are all amazing people with great power, strength and will. Even if others just see what we don't have..." than she stopped fearing it would become very pathetic. I hate this photo. I don't know why they did not used to cut my hair. I looked like an old lady although I was younger. My mom don't like her hair short because when she was a little girl her mother - that strange woman I never met and don't want to - forced her to have her hair cut very, very short. Strange people. She will be fine. She always does at the end. She is trying to visit her blog friends.
Bark bark Bark... Koda... aff awfff... meowwwww Holly (I've learned that!). Wooofffffffff.
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