Peter Parker’s face was so harshly damaged today. I took her to the vet, and it was horrible. She was so shocked and feared that I had hardly ever seen her in my life. My sweet child was traumatized for the rest of her life, and I was the saddest person in the whole world.
I felt so lonely today. The dramas with my cats have become so much that no one any longer cares to hear them. It irritates the hell out of everyone to listen to my stories. I have become a burden of some sort to them.
I hate life with all of my soul most days. Why a sweet child like her has to face such bad things? Why?
Literacy really is to be detached and away from reality. So badly.
When you lose your faith in the current, you retreat to the past. Everything about this archive is a testament to that.