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I don't know why it matters to Roman that I'm "talking shit" about Sam in my journal. Fuck you, Roman. At least I'm not the one stealing shit from people. Fuck you, Sam. At least I can believe in my friends. Fuck you, Aubrey. At least I'm not completely lame. Fuck you, Reno. I thought we were friends. Fuck you.
Much later:
I wrote something earlier about putting my cat down. But I change my mind. She was so... still. She didn't move and when I kissed her and screamed and cried and hurt she didn't respond to anything I did. She didn't move and whack me in the face like she usually does. She was still. I got so scared when her paws got cold I knew she was gone. Her eyes were open and staring. I love her so much.
I hung out with Isaac tonight. Played with all his kitties and it was pretty cool. We were chill and things were chill and being around all those baby kittens didn't hurt me too much.
I'm so tired. Friggin, friggin, friggin.
Much later:
I wrote something earlier about putting my cat down. But I change my mind. She was so... still. She didn't move and when I kissed her and screamed and cried and hurt she didn't respond to anything I did. She didn't move and whack me in the face like she usually does. She was still. I got so scared when her paws got cold I knew she was gone. Her eyes were open and staring. I love her so much.
I hung out with Isaac tonight. Played with all his kitties and it was pretty cool. We were chill and things were chill and being around all those baby kittens didn't hurt me too much.
I'm so tired. Friggin, friggin, friggin.