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Friday, September 30, 2005
I've Fallen Hard
This was written at 9:10am yesterday morning.
I just woke up and put in a CD. I then started working on the painting that I started last night. As I was painting our (mine and Miss Tigger's) song came on. So, I was then crying as I was painting. THEN, I just burst into tears. Miss Tigger has been gone 7 months yesterday and I didn't remember. I ALWAYS remember. God, I still miss her soo much! I wish she was here!
I quickly ran into the livingroom and grabbed Brando that weighs 12 lbs. I'm going to get him up to 15 lbs if it kills me.I took the U2 CD out and put in our song and we had a good dance and a good cry. I must say, The Godfather made me feel much better. He loves me, I know it! I love him too!
The whole thing about Miss Tigger is that NO ONE understands. Everyone is just like, she was just a cat! No, she was not! She was my baby and my best friend! I called my Mom to talk to her about my forgetting. She didn't say this, but she may have well. "Oh well, shit happens! Can I call you back? I'm on the other line with someone much more important?"
I'm becoming soo very depressed lately. I'm usually not like this at all. I just feel that I have no true friends. I mean, I have Brad and Liz, but would they be my friends if we didn't live 10 Ft away from eachother? I'm starting to feel like a prisoner in a very nice prison. I have frequent visits from my family that may last anywhere from 5-10 minutes.
It's like last night, my Dad came to drop off some Tidy Cat for me. We changed the box and put it in the can outside. We then put it out by the street. He stayed and we hung out and had a beer together. I was showing him my latest project. I went to walk him out to the truck and HH was sitting in there the whole time listening to her damn Houston Astros. I mean, would it have killed her to come in and give me a hug and say hello? Guess so!
I guess I'm just throwing myself a little pitty party here. I know that my life could be a hell of a lot worse than it is, but how much of this bullshit do I have to take before something good happened or I just go to sleep and never wake up? You tell me, PLEASE, comment, I'd love to hear what you have to say!!! I hate to say it, but I'm so depressed that I just want to lock myself in my cute little prison and see how long it takes before someone comes to visit me. I don't know if I've ever been this unhappy!
ttfn
This was written at 9:10am yesterday morning.
I just woke up and put in a CD. I then started working on the painting that I started last night. As I was painting our (mine and Miss Tigger's) song came on. So, I was then crying as I was painting. THEN, I just burst into tears. Miss Tigger has been gone 7 months yesterday and I didn't remember. I ALWAYS remember. God, I still miss her soo much! I wish she was here!
I quickly ran into the livingroom and grabbed Brando that weighs 12 lbs. I'm going to get him up to 15 lbs if it kills me.I took the U2 CD out and put in our song and we had a good dance and a good cry. I must say, The Godfather made me feel much better. He loves me, I know it! I love him too!
The whole thing about Miss Tigger is that NO ONE understands. Everyone is just like, she was just a cat! No, she was not! She was my baby and my best friend! I called my Mom to talk to her about my forgetting. She didn't say this, but she may have well. "Oh well, shit happens! Can I call you back? I'm on the other line with someone much more important?"
I'm becoming soo very depressed lately. I'm usually not like this at all. I just feel that I have no true friends. I mean, I have Brad and Liz, but would they be my friends if we didn't live 10 Ft away from eachother? I'm starting to feel like a prisoner in a very nice prison. I have frequent visits from my family that may last anywhere from 5-10 minutes.
It's like last night, my Dad came to drop off some Tidy Cat for me. We changed the box and put it in the can outside. We then put it out by the street. He stayed and we hung out and had a beer together. I was showing him my latest project. I went to walk him out to the truck and HH was sitting in there the whole time listening to her damn Houston Astros. I mean, would it have killed her to come in and give me a hug and say hello? Guess so!
I guess I'm just throwing myself a little pitty party here. I know that my life could be a hell of a lot worse than it is, but how much of this bullshit do I have to take before something good happened or I just go to sleep and never wake up? You tell me, PLEASE, comment, I'd love to hear what you have to say!!! I hate to say it, but I'm so depressed that I just want to lock myself in my cute little prison and see how long it takes before someone comes to visit me. I don't know if I've ever been this unhappy!
ttfn
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