#i'm sad

[stuuupidthingsss]

what I eat in a day

[theprince237]

Jegulus? Could be wolfstar. Could be anyone. but when I'm projecting it's usually jegulus.

[terranovathemust]

There was so much potential 💔

[evanescia]

no one will understand how much I miss you

[littleghostflower]

No matter what, no matter where I go, no matter how I behave, no matter the people, no matter the circumstances we meet at, no matter the relationship, no matter the time we know each other, no matter how much I try, no matter what I do

It doesn't matter

It just doesn't

Everyone always finds someone else

And I always end up alone

Always

[xxinactive]

🥀

[partymakemesweeter]

That moment when you feel yourself getting happy again then someone comes and stomps on it 💕💕 I hate living

[lamagablue]

[wait-my-dead]

Just crying all day. I need to die; every day I hope something happens to me. 24+ years, and I haven't lived. I feel stupid.

my weird thoughts are coming back, I am taking my medication everyday i don't know what happened.

[yagmuurlugece]

[sillywizardinthewoods]

We had to put down one of our cats yesterday.

Sprite was at least twelve. We think. How we got her is a bit of a long story. About ten years ago, our neighbours were fostering Sprite and her kittens, who we would end up naming Jellybean and Ninja. They let the three of them outside all the time, and the two kittens would happily try to get into all kinds of mischief, including getting into other people’s houses. Sprite would nervously watch this from a distance. Eventually, our neighbours moved, but they did not bring the cats with them. This part of the story is a bit up in the air. Someone else on our street claims the trio were abandoned so she took them in for a bit until they could find a home. Her timeline is a bit murky, however, and my parents reckon she took the cats in before our neighbours moved and kept them in while our neighbours halfheartedly looked for them. Eventually, we volunteered to take the cats, since Jellybean and Ninja were already very familiar with our house because the little bastards kept sneaking in. At first, Sprite did not come in, but she would sit on our porch.

We don’t know anything about her life before we took her in, but something awful must have been done to her by humans, because she wouldn’t let anyone within three meters of her for the entire time we had her. She was quite happy to sit in the same room as humans she trusted, often giving displays of cat affection like slow blinking or exposing her belly, but if you took that as an invitation to touch her, she’d bolt. She would very occasionally let my siblings and I pet her while she was eating, and she let my dad pet her roughly twice a week. We had hoped over time she would get used to us, but for the most part she slunk around the house, keeping well out of our reach. We were never able to find out where she came from, or even how old she was. We reckon she was roughly two when we adopted her, but she was always a tiny little thing so she could have been older.

When we first agreed to take the kittens in, we weren’t sure Sprite would go with them. We did see that she was pregnant again, as some of our neighbours have outdoor cats that are not spayed or neutered. We needed to get her to the Humane Society to get her checked out, have the kittens delivered, and neutered. Since she wouldn’t let anyone touch her, this was a challenge. We put out food for her on the porch, and over time my dad trained her to be used to the idea that the food was in a car carrier. Once she was in far enough, he locked it up and we took her in.

We weren’t expecting her to come back. After giving birth and getting neutered, the Humane Society reached out to say that she would be unadoptable due to her skittishness. They had us come pick her up, told us to release her back where we found her, and said she would probably live two more years as a feral cat (if she was lucky). We ended up letting her in the house during the day, but she would usually beg to go out at night. This lasted until late fall of that year, when it was dark and stormy, and Sprite made an executive decision that the warm, cozy house sure beat the cold, wet outdoors. Since then, she’s been in the house. They gave her two years, she made it to ten.

She’d been sick for a little while before we twigged she wasn’t going to get better. We spent a good twenty minutes trying to wrangle her into a carrier before taking her to the vet. If she’d been at the top of her health, it would have taken far longer. It turns out this poor cat was diabetic, and her blood sugar was through the roof. Even with emergency intervention, it was 50/50, and we’d have to give her two insulin shots a day the rest of her life. This is a cat who hates being touched and will scratch about it. There’s absolutely no way we were going to be able to give her daily injections. We decided that given we would not be able to medicate her, and that she was in a lot of pain and didn’t have good odds anyway, we would let her rest. She was surprisingly very calm even before they gave her the anesthetic, almost like she knew it was time.

We would’ve liked to have done more for Sprite. She never got over her fear of humans, and spent the last ten years very carefully keeping out of everyone’s reach. But it was ten years of warm blankets and wet food, and that sure beats less than two years on the cold streets. She got to snuggle with her kittens, and she would even play with cat toys when she thought we weren’t looking. We were never able to help her heal from whatever traumatized her when she was younger, but she got to live very comfortably for the majority of her life. That will have to be good enough.

Goodbye, my friend. I love you.

[thelilbroken]

"My heart is a sad place.."

[elsarcastico06]

"Atrapado entre querer sentir algo y no querer sentir más nada".

[bag15]

Está mierda no me deja disfrutar mis logros.

[mokakira]

Not feeling so well right now... and it seems like a really nice friend here suddenly blocked me :(