there's not enough room in this world for my pain
At around 10pm this evening, as I was heading home from the airport, I thought to myself (because of earlier events of the day) "This is one of the worst days I've had in a really long time. Possibly ever. In fact, this entire week has been full of disasters and stress. Surely I've filled my quota of Bad Things, and it can only go up from here."
It's now 2am. I just returned from the emergency vet. Spike, my beloved cat and best friend of the last 8 years, got very sick while I was out of town. It was cancer. Nothing to be done. He's dead now. I'll get his ashes in a week.
I wish I wasn't an atheist. I want someone to shake my fist and scream at.
Fuck you, non-existent god.
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It's now 2am. I just returned from the emergency vet. Spike, my beloved cat and best friend of the last 8 years, got very sick while I was out of town. It was cancer. Nothing to be done. He's dead now. I'll get his ashes in a week.
I wish I wasn't an atheist. I want someone to shake my fist and scream at.
Fuck you, non-existent god.
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comments). Comment wherever you like.