Mrow.
So, I went with Kitty and her cotton-candy blue hair to her mother's house today to collect her things. She had her Ohayocon outfit and suchlike things shipped to that address. *sigh* Her mother amazes me. She's soooo, witchy and wiley like those super-females can be. She interrogated me extensively, and when I'd mention communication issues, she'd be like, Valerie and I this, that, the other. As if Kitty weren't in the room. Annoyed me and made me want to slap her.
However, I really feel for Kitty right now, she's staying at Rod's after the whole before Thanksgiving outburst that resulted in her moving out of her parent's house. She wasn't prepared or ready for it, but she stepped up to it famously. She's in the same boat I vaulted out on in the past.
New Year's Eve I celebrated with her, Pockets and Rod, which was enjoyable, to be sure. She slept on the couch with Pockets, and offered me her 'sleeping space'. I then discovered she'd been sleeping on a thin blanket on the floor. She's so tiny, her bones stick out all over, and I felt this overwhelming surge of pity. Or something like that. I wanted to find a way to find kooshy mattresses for her, fluffy down blankets... but I am at a loss to provide for myself. I feel so stupid for not being able to help her more.
New Year's Eve found me crying in her sleeping space over her, Regan, Lee, Lyman, Zak... The list went on and on... but I kept thinking about how little I managed to intertwine myself in their lives, how little I really knew about them. They've been some of the greatest friends to me, in my time of need.
I feel like I've let them down by not being all there, by not being as good of a friend as I could have been. I should listen more... which is why I'm hoping to spend more one-on-one time with each of them. More in-depth conversations, I suppose.
*sigh*
However, I really feel for Kitty right now, she's staying at Rod's after the whole before Thanksgiving outburst that resulted in her moving out of her parent's house. She wasn't prepared or ready for it, but she stepped up to it famously. She's in the same boat I vaulted out on in the past.
New Year's Eve I celebrated with her, Pockets and Rod, which was enjoyable, to be sure. She slept on the couch with Pockets, and offered me her 'sleeping space'. I then discovered she'd been sleeping on a thin blanket on the floor. She's so tiny, her bones stick out all over, and I felt this overwhelming surge of pity. Or something like that. I wanted to find a way to find kooshy mattresses for her, fluffy down blankets... but I am at a loss to provide for myself. I feel so stupid for not being able to help her more.
New Year's Eve found me crying in her sleeping space over her, Regan, Lee, Lyman, Zak... The list went on and on... but I kept thinking about how little I managed to intertwine myself in their lives, how little I really knew about them. They've been some of the greatest friends to me, in my time of need.
I feel like I've let them down by not being all there, by not being as good of a friend as I could have been. I should listen more... which is why I'm hoping to spend more one-on-one time with each of them. More in-depth conversations, I suppose.
*sigh*