this is going to be an absolute mess of a post because i need to vent so bad, but i have so many thoughts and feelings right now that theyāre all jumbled together and i donāt know how to untangle them enough so that i can spit them out coherently or healthily, i just. ****.
my mother has come to the decision that alize (my cat) will be put to sleep on monday. my parents discussed it in the car, and then decided to loop me in after. my motherās asked me if iām okay with this, as if the decision hasnāt already been made. as if it actually matters whether iām okay with this or not.
this photo was taken 27 days ago. 27 days ago. she was fine. she was literally ****ing fine. iām numb. iām so filled with rage and grief and pure ****ing disbelief that iām numb. iām not reacting in the way iām probably supposed to be, and i actually hate myself for it. smoke. browse internet. sleep. iām not spending time with her. iām not sitting next to her while she tries to sleep, trying to engrave in my mind what petting her feels like. iām avoiding her. iām hiding, like the coward i am. i cannot sit on the floor and bawl over another cat. i canāt do it. i donāt want to. i donāt want to listen to my mother cry or hear my dad complain about how expensive this has all been. i am so indifferent towards them now that itās not even funny. they havenāt asked me how i am once. my mom doesnāt even look at me anymore. only her. and iām alone. i am literally going through this alone. my friends are all struggling and i refuse to burden them with my problems, too, but i am so alone. i donāt want to do this alone. i donāt want to be by myself. i just want to be held. i just want to matter. i want my grief to matter. i want my anger to matter. i want to go with her. i donāt want this to be my life. i donāt want to grieve anymore. i just want to be okay. i just wanted her to be okay. i wanted alize to live, to make it to her first birthday. i donāt want her to die.