I'm not okay. My cat, Skittles, just died. Sure he was annoying as fuck sometimes. But I fucking loved him. He was my only friend. I live with my uncle and all he cares about is getting drunk, playing poker, and watching football with his guys.
Everyone at school hates me. My school starts next week and I don't want to go. I'm taking a small break from writing to mourn.
Skittles was the only one who cared about me and was always there for me. I loved him more than anything. I'm sorry I'm too sad write at the moment.
