I HATE EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE AND THIS HOLIDAY AND THIS WHOLE YEAR CAN FUCK OFF EAT SHIT AND DIE.
A little while ago I went outside to check on KC and Boo kitties. I'd had a nagging bad feeling that something was wrong with KC - yesterday all he did was sit huddled up by the side of the garage. I chalked it up to his natural shyness, but I should have known better.
I found him dead on the fucking garage floor just a little while ago. My poor baby died alone, probably in pain from God only knows what, probably scared. I wish I'd been with him. I should have been with him.
We buried him underneath a tree out by the barn. It's not a bad place, although I was going to put him under one of the trees by my room. Mom was going to put him in a fucking garbage bag. NO FUCKING WAY. My kitty deserves better than that. I went and got one of my good pillowcases, a soft fleece one. KC deserves that much at least. I wish I could have done better for him. He deserved more than this shitty end.
And my dad (and my mom) is a FUCKING MAJOR ASSHOLE BECAUSE HE/THEY KEPT YELLING AT ME TO GET OVER IT AND GET MYSELF UNDER CONTROL SO HE CAN JUST FUCK RIGHT OFF TOO BECAUSE THIS IS ALL HIS FAULT FOR MOVING US TO THIS ISOLATED SHITHOLE AND MAKING MY CATS LIVE OUTSIDE IN A SHITTY COLD GARAGE BECAUSE HE DOESN'T LIKE THEM.
Christmas and this whole year can just fuck right off as far as I'm concerned. God hates me. He must. That's the only thing I can figure. Funny how God never seems to shit all over the people who really deserve it; he's got to take it out on my cat. Not that I don't deserve my share of shit for all the crappy things I've done in my pathetic life but jeez. I'll say this for you God, you sure know how to dish out the punishments.
I hate my life. I hate everything right now. I'm so sorry, KC. I'm so sorry. I hope you know that I loved you. I hope you are in a better world now. I'm so sorry.
I found him dead on the fucking garage floor just a little while ago. My poor baby died alone, probably in pain from God only knows what, probably scared. I wish I'd been with him. I should have been with him.
We buried him underneath a tree out by the barn. It's not a bad place, although I was going to put him under one of the trees by my room. Mom was going to put him in a fucking garbage bag. NO FUCKING WAY. My kitty deserves better than that. I went and got one of my good pillowcases, a soft fleece one. KC deserves that much at least. I wish I could have done better for him. He deserved more than this shitty end.
And my dad (and my mom) is a FUCKING MAJOR ASSHOLE BECAUSE HE/THEY KEPT YELLING AT ME TO GET OVER IT AND GET MYSELF UNDER CONTROL SO HE CAN JUST FUCK RIGHT OFF TOO BECAUSE THIS IS ALL HIS FAULT FOR MOVING US TO THIS ISOLATED SHITHOLE AND MAKING MY CATS LIVE OUTSIDE IN A SHITTY COLD GARAGE BECAUSE HE DOESN'T LIKE THEM.
Christmas and this whole year can just fuck right off as far as I'm concerned. God hates me. He must. That's the only thing I can figure. Funny how God never seems to shit all over the people who really deserve it; he's got to take it out on my cat. Not that I don't deserve my share of shit for all the crappy things I've done in my pathetic life but jeez. I'll say this for you God, you sure know how to dish out the punishments.
I hate my life. I hate everything right now. I'm so sorry, KC. I'm so sorry. I hope you know that I loved you. I hope you are in a better world now. I'm so sorry.