…and proud of it. I’m tired of getting walked all over and screwed over. I’m in a horrible mood, for the most part. This morning rocked though, thank you Matt for that ;). I swear he’s the only good thing in my life. Except my kitten. But she is missing now, since Matt’s parents don’t want to close the door like they should.

If you’re going to bitch about the cat being upstairs, don’t open the door. If you’re going to bitch about the door being closed, then let the kitten upstairs. :bang

Oh, sounds like she just came down. Or went up. I heard her on the stairs, either way. Now let’s see if I hear the door close. Probably not. Nope, she’s not on the stairs. She’s running around UPSTAIRS. Wonder how long it is before they get pissed and yell because she went upstairs. I WANT MY FUCKING CAT. :whew Deep breath…

I can’t wait for Matt to get home. I already need a hug.

The decision to cut someone out of one’s life is probably never an easy one. I’m pretty sure in my case it’s the best thing. It’s even harder when you don’t have the nerve to tell that person. From here on out, any communication will have to be necessary, instead of just “wanting to talk.” They have caused too many hard times and hurt me too badly for me to forgive in a healthy, sane way. They probably don’t know who they are, but I have my reasons. I wish them the best of luck in whatever they do.

Thanks for the memories. Even though so many of them aren’t that good.