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this cat is honestly retarded.
he really is. after his ten p.m. shit, he starts to go nuts. he jumps the walls, rips apart everything, attempts to eat the screen out of the window, hops on the keyboard and signs everyone online, jumps on my head and attempts to eat my hair, chews dad's shoe laces, and runs back and forth and constantly into walls. but he's just too cute to hate.
this is what i get for talking to jess. the idea to make a harry potter thong.
&so, i'm probably dying. well, not really. but each &everyday, it's getting harder to walk. and each &everyday, waking up is a strain. i'm really depressed and i just don't want to be here anymore...not without casey. picking up the phone and holding it against my ear is carrying a weight. i don't need this.
i miss him...
i love him...
so much...♥