Things...

have to get better, let me tell you why.

The best cat I have ever owned is missing. She has been gone for at least 2 weeks.

I may not get to go to school this year because financial aid sucks and my parents can't afford it without financial aid.

Then there is the perpetual singleness that eats away at my life force. (That sentence was a bit dramatic, but fuck it.)

I feel like I can't actually talk to anyone. I feel like no one cares, even though I know they do.

I know I am looking for something specific, I am looking for someone to say something, or for the right opportunity.

But the way things are going I don't even know if I would see the opportunity or hear the words really.

My debit card has also been destroyed and I am broke. Nothing makes me happy except for watching Dexter, and that is just fucked up because I have already watched most episodes and he kills people.

Life is hard, television is easy, Netflix is my happy place.

Mostly, I am worried about my cat. She is orange and soft and she hates bathing herself and she hates my Mom's other cats and she is perfect in every way and I miss her and I hope she comes back.

The last time an animal of mine was missing it was my puppy Boots. Boots got parvo and my little brother's friend found her in the field across from our house dead. they told me and I started crying and ran to the bathroom, locked myself in and sobbed for at least 45 minutes.

If my precious baby Pumpkin cat is missing I hope she has internet access and my blog saved to her favorites, I hope she reads this and come home. I need to cuddle her gnarly-self.

Things have to get better.