cut my life into pieces
fuck fuck pussy shit fuck!
I'm rather depressed right now. I know this may sound really stupid to some people, but it does make me sad.
My white cat, Tenchi, is very, very sick. He's got a growth the size of a golf ball on one of his organs & his liver is failing. It's about $1,300 (which is about $25 US-kidding) for the entire surgery & my mum says that's too expensive.
It would have been easier if he had gotten sick after we got all our financial things balanced (this move has fucked up so much shit... it's really driving me crazy, and no in the good way.) It doesn’t help that our house back in Atlanta hasn’t sold & my dad still doesn’t have a job up here… Why the fuck does this have to happen right now, in one of the most critical points in my life? It’s summer! I’m suppose to be having fun & getting high & sleeping in till 2 pm… (though I do thank Syd for refusing to let me go get any weed while I was visiting, we did have to go through Customs on the flight back & all I needed right then was for me to have to pee in a cup & then be refused entry to the country.)
[now back to the depression & angst] It just doesn't seem fair to give up on Tenchi now. We're his third owners, and he's already gone under the knife after a car hit him. He was in the shelter for quite a while since no one wanted to adopt a supposedly deaf cat (deafness is very common to white cat's with 2 different coloured eyes.) Though I suppose it all comes down to survival of the fittest. Or, more realistically, the richest.
I'm really hoping it's a tumor, because then it can be cut out & finished off with drugs, but if it's cancer... then he's either going to be put to sleep or die slowly.
Benign.
I really hope it’s benign… why isn’t there a cure for cancer yet?
I'm rather depressed right now. I know this may sound really stupid to some people, but it does make me sad.
My white cat, Tenchi, is very, very sick. He's got a growth the size of a golf ball on one of his organs & his liver is failing. It's about $1,300 (which is about $25 US-kidding) for the entire surgery & my mum says that's too expensive.
It would have been easier if he had gotten sick after we got all our financial things balanced (this move has fucked up so much shit... it's really driving me crazy, and no in the good way.) It doesn’t help that our house back in Atlanta hasn’t sold & my dad still doesn’t have a job up here… Why the fuck does this have to happen right now, in one of the most critical points in my life? It’s summer! I’m suppose to be having fun & getting high & sleeping in till 2 pm… (though I do thank Syd for refusing to let me go get any weed while I was visiting, we did have to go through Customs on the flight back & all I needed right then was for me to have to pee in a cup & then be refused entry to the country.)
[now back to the depression & angst] It just doesn't seem fair to give up on Tenchi now. We're his third owners, and he's already gone under the knife after a car hit him. He was in the shelter for quite a while since no one wanted to adopt a supposedly deaf cat (deafness is very common to white cat's with 2 different coloured eyes.) Though I suppose it all comes down to survival of the fittest. Or, more realistically, the richest.
I'm really hoping it's a tumor, because then it can be cut out & finished off with drugs, but if it's cancer... then he's either going to be put to sleep or die slowly.
Benign.
I really hope it’s benign… why isn’t there a cure for cancer yet?