i feel like i have no friends, no creativity, no nothing, and absolutely no ****ing energy to change any of that. i don’t have the energy or the motivation to do anything anymore, whether that be something i enjoy or taking care of myself. i used to be an aspiring author and now i can barely string sentences together, let alone come up with any ideas for things to write about. i used to love doing my makeup and now every single product i own stays untouched. i used to be a ****ing person and now i’m a ghost.
i wanna leave the forums so bad; i don’t belong here. i wanna pack my bags up in the middle of the night and leave because i don’t belong in this apartment either. i have absolutely no patience for my parents or for the two kittens i’m supposed to adore. i’m expected to be their mom and i can’t. i don’t have it in me to do that. i love them, but i adored my late cat, and her death has ruined me. i feel nothing anymore except blinding rage. i have no fight left in me, and my bones are screaming at me to move, to do something, but i can’t.
she was supposed to have surgery on friday. she was supposed to live. and now she’s in an urn, being referred to as “that other cat we used to have” by my father. i have no desire to do for the kittens the things i did for her. i don’t want to stay up all night with them or cuddle them. i don’t want to hear their purrs; i want to hear hers. i just want her. that’s all i ****ing wanted. i shouldn’t have let my mom adopt them because this isn’t fair to them, but she just wouldn’t stop screeching about wanting another cat. and i mean literally ****ing screeching. she adores them, but i do not. i don’t know how. i don’t want to do this anymore.
she was all i had. i’ve been saying that for so long, but i didn’t realize just how true it was until she died. i want to go with her.
i wanna leave the forums so bad; i don’t belong here. i wanna pack my bags up in the middle of the night and leave because i don’t belong in this apartment either. i have absolutely no patience for my parents or for the two kittens i’m supposed to adore. i’m expected to be their mom and i can’t. i don’t have it in me to do that. i love them, but i adored my late cat, and her death has ruined me. i feel nothing anymore except blinding rage. i have no fight left in me, and my bones are screaming at me to move, to do something, but i can’t.
she was supposed to have surgery on friday. she was supposed to live. and now she’s in an urn, being referred to as “that other cat we used to have” by my father. i have no desire to do for the kittens the things i did for her. i don’t want to stay up all night with them or cuddle them. i don’t want to hear their purrs; i want to hear hers. i just want her. that’s all i ****ing wanted. i shouldn’t have let my mom adopt them because this isn’t fair to them, but she just wouldn’t stop screeching about wanting another cat. and i mean literally ****ing screeching. she adores them, but i do not. i don’t know how. i don’t want to do this anymore.
she was all i had. i’ve been saying that for so long, but i didn’t realize just how true it was until she died. i want to go with her.
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