I'm so tired of this life.

I just wish somebody would love me.  The real me, illnesses and all, faults and all, I just wish someone would see that I'm worth truly loving.  But after 46 years it's just a dream that will never come true.

Goodbye, sweet kitty

I miss my cat. I keep remembering how slept at the top of the stairs and followed us down every morning, and how he loved having his belly rubbed by a foot (yes, a foot, silly kitty) and how he would look up at me and meow when he wanted some attention. Then I'll think that maybe he wasn't the cat we found, and that he's alive and will come home and wait at the door to be let in. But whenever I look outside, he's never there. RIP Shadow, I'm so sorry that I couldn't protect you, I'll never forget you and I'll miss you forever. : (