pixelsuicide

I promised myself I wouldn't post unless I had pictures, including the ones I promised months ago. But... here is a post with no pictures. I am posting just to tell you how good I feel. I don't think very many people read my blog anymore but I feel really really fucking good, none the less. I'm cleaning and organizing so my room feels nicer. I finally told someone, besides my cat, my deepest, darkest secret and it feels fucking good to have that weight lifted. I've been doing chores around my house with no appreciation from my mom. I don't know what happened; she used to be my best friend. Now she blames me for all her mistakes, ignores the nice things I do for her, and wastes our money on her dates with a one of the two men she's been seeing. I absolutely hate the other one... no no no, I loathe him. I wish she would stop seeing him; she says he's like a drug and she just can't stop. Bull shit. He's ugly and very stalker-ish. When she got remarried after my parents divorce when I was twelve. She didn't even tell this guy she got married, so he kept calling and calling and drove me crazy. He was never polite to me. I've managed to scare of two of her horrible choices in men that I don't like, but I just can't get rid of this fucker. OK, no more negative, I had to get that out to more people than just Roman.
I have thee coolest cat in the world. Wanna know why? He's so human. I know his emotions and expressions and he knows mine. For years he was my only companion, and now he's jealous of the new one I have. I love my cat and he loves me. I've had him for 8 years. I watched all the other pets my mom and I rescued become hers, but Decoy stayed mine, for 8 years. Decoy's the cat in case you can't figure that out. I will also post a picture of him once I get around to the picture post. I know that those are much more exciting then just text posts, but I needed to get this out. If you've read this far, thank you.