BY FRIDAY NIGHT I MAY HAVE MY VERY OWN KITTY.
i just don’t care about anything right now.
i mean, not eating meat has gotten surprisingly easier. or i just don’t care enough to even crave it.
i keep crying and feeling like i’m on the verge of splitting open and my guts becoming perforated by the sudden stabbing of my own conscience.
just not giving a shit. my insides feel like they’ve slouched on top of each other into an ugly disgusting pile.
Okay, so, if you wanna help get me a kitty, go here!
How about here? :D
well if anyone wants to donate so i can afford a fucking hypoallergenic cat because everyone i’ve talked to that seemed responsible and legitimate wanted between $950 - $1500.
So please. donate. i’m kidding. no i’m not. yes i am.
… nope. i’m not.
FUCK I MEANT SIBERIANS NOT RAGDOLLS
I know they can be trained, but do you think Siberians would be apt to going for walks. Wearing a harness,of course.
I’m dead set on being able to take my cat on walks, under the right conditions and preparations, obviously.
RAGDOLLS ARE HYPOALLERGENIC!
I’m a little weird about ragdolls at the moment. *stupid personal issues*
My life’s cosmic joke is that the love of my life is allergic to the animal I love the most.
It’s not fun not being able to adopt any cat I want. :(
i don’t know how people leave their personal problems at home and manage to exude a perky, peppy personality while they’re at work. i do not harness that skill. which is something i really want to be able to change, because i don’t like when i’m not conscientious of my facial expressions and i’m constantly told by customers that i should smile, or asked why i’m not smiling, or making some sort of comment that exudes, “Hey! I paid hundreds of bucks to get into this park, and you better smile to affirm that it was money well spent! because i don’t actually care if you’re okay or not!”
siiiiigh i don’t care to gain sympathy or even understanding from complete strangers. i just want to be left alone where i can be unseen and not have to micro-manage my brain.