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He's gone. I know it. I've gone up and down every street within 10 miles, looking on the road seeing if someone might have ran over my cat. No. No one hit him. I'm convinced someone took him. Can any of you understand the depression that can come over you when you lose an animal you adore? Or are you all thinking, "You're a pussy" for sitting here crying over a cat that might eventually come back but who knows for sure. All I want is for at least someone to understand how I'm feeling. I'm pregnant, I'm scared and my cat always comforted me. Always layed in my lap while I sat on my computer, always slept next to me and now he's gone. Yes, I'm rambling about my missing cat, if you don't like it then fuck off. I don't care. And I'll keep rambling until I find him or I'm totally utterly convinced that I'll never see him again. I'm getting that feeling right now..but I'm just upset. I hate being upset and worried.
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I am. . .
A girl. 22. Overweight. A mother. A girlfriend. a smoker. A social drinker. A bowler.
I like. . . My babies. My boyfriend. Bowling. Punk music. Totino's Pizza. Texas Hold Em. Straight teeth. I dislike. . . Impressionably people. Crooker teeth. Labels/Stereotypes. Mean people. I post to. . . Do You Want My Bum Send Me Nudes 775 Shows diaryland |
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