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As I smoke my cig on the porch I see a stray cat, and it makes me a realize how sad it is to be on your own. You know fighting you own battles, and all. I know it is crazy for me to relate my self to a stray cat but that is what i feel like. LIke why can't anyone love me. I know this is pathetic, so if you dont like it don't read it. I write this from my self. I see my self falling in to the same pattern. I wonder why i get thrown away. Why I choose the wrong guys to fall for...the ones that dont care about me. I dont want to be that stray cat sleeping on the streets because no one can love it. Sometimes i just feel like giving up especially since I have no one talk to. Well at least no one i feel comfortable talking to. I think i am living in this movie and i am not its life. I can't stand how i can remember everything. I can't stand the hows, the whens, and the wheres....and all those people. Was it ever real? Was I the only one there who felt all the things that i felt and expereinced. I get so restless. I wish i never met you. and i lie.