Wow okay. I guess I haven't written in quite a while.
Honestly. I have been putting it off.
I don't know what to say.
I've been bad still. Not much has changed.
My cat died but I got another kitten. Her name is millie. She's cute. I know she's not the same but I still love her to pieces. I didn't like her too much at first but now I love her so much. She has helped me a lot over being sad about my other cat. She long haired and vogue worthy. She is really pretty. This is her
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Connor knows about the thing with my legs. He tried to take what I use off my but I mentioned that I also used it for things other than that so he let me keep it. I know he doesn't want me to do it but I do want to do it. He says it's a terrible addiction and I shouldn't have to feel so bad that I feel like I need to do that to myself. But we live in the real world, and I do it either way. It sounds bad but I don't care if he doesn't want me to do it or not, I'm going to do it anyway. I like it and I'm not going to stop just for him.
