Mood: tormented. hurrr.
Song: Feel Good Drag; Anberlin
Tigger's dying.
Its really as simple as that.
Well.
We're taking him to the vet tomorrow.
But we might have to put him to sleep.
You know?
I think that might be best, he can't even walk right.
Poor cat was on my bed.
Tried to get up, just kinda rolled off my bed.
And laid there.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know who to turn to.
Death...I can't ...cope with it very well?
I suppose that's what it is.
Nobody really seems to understand how it affects me.
People irritate me.
I am losing my connection with people.
And I'm starting to think its not really worth it.
To be honest I don't want to put forth that effort to keep you.
I don't like to push and not receive.
I'm tired of this artificial land that people take so seriously.
The only people on here that I take serious are..
Well.
They know who they are.
And if you're not one of them, but you think you are...Well...That's your problem.
It hurts.
But I won't tell people how much it hurts.
I'll appear as I always do - a shell.
No emotion will cross my face.
They can watch as I just stand there and stare.
It torments me.
Torments me to death.
I forget who I am when I do that.
I lose myself within myself.
If you understand that.
I want my feel good drug.
But he's not here right now.
Arggg irritates me that I rely on him so much.
Fdfgfffff.
I've found that I let myself drown in despair.
It is, after all, where I draw my inspiration from.
So I'll let it consume me once again probably.
Write my sad little poems that everyone love.
But they never know what I write is how I feel.
No, no, no, I'll never let them know that.
Here we go.
Here comes my mask of happiness.
Let's see how it goes.
Song: Feel Good Drag; Anberlin
Tigger's dying.
Its really as simple as that.
Well.
We're taking him to the vet tomorrow.
But we might have to put him to sleep.
You know?
I think that might be best, he can't even walk right.
Poor cat was on my bed.
Tried to get up, just kinda rolled off my bed.
And laid there.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know who to turn to.
Death...I can't ...cope with it very well?
I suppose that's what it is.
Nobody really seems to understand how it affects me.
People irritate me.
I am losing my connection with people.
And I'm starting to think its not really worth it.
To be honest I don't want to put forth that effort to keep you.
I don't like to push and not receive.
I'm tired of this artificial land that people take so seriously.
The only people on here that I take serious are..
Well.
They know who they are.
And if you're not one of them, but you think you are...Well...That's your problem.
It hurts.
But I won't tell people how much it hurts.
I'll appear as I always do - a shell.
No emotion will cross my face.
They can watch as I just stand there and stare.
It torments me.
Torments me to death.
I forget who I am when I do that.
I lose myself within myself.
If you understand that.
I want my feel good drug.
But he's not here right now.
Arggg irritates me that I rely on him so much.
Fdfgfffff.
I've found that I let myself drown in despair.
It is, after all, where I draw my inspiration from.
So I'll let it consume me once again probably.
Write my sad little poems that everyone love.
But they never know what I write is how I feel.
No, no, no, I'll never let them know that.
Here we go.
Here comes my mask of happiness.
Let's see how it goes.
