So I had that previos chapter in my drafts for some time and...
Dude.
I'll just say life goes on:
1. I got better at dealing with my emotions
2. I don't resent my friends that much and I'm starting to put more time into my hobbies
3. I started to date and got to know myself and what I liked
And then all that went to shit and my cat died.
It was the worst, I spent a whole day fucking mourning the loss of my cat.
He was a tiny kitty we got from the streets,
We took care of him and thought he was getting better...
But no.
He died, the vet said that it's posible He had hidden issue we werent awere of.
He said no one could have known.
And for that I grieved.
For the cat that I couldn't raise like the other cats I have, that i couldn't watch grow up
and had to watch go from a feisty little kitty to a corpse in an evening.
It hurt me to have to get rid of his things cause everytime I looked at them i'd cry.
To not have a little Ball of fur sleep next to me and purr till he fell asleep.
I miss those things...
And yet I can't have them back...
Fuck life.
