Just like worst week number two. And this blog has turned majorly in Kayla journal of complaining. No one has to read and I don’t care at this point. I am fucking mess with fever and lady cramps.
And I just want to nap with my cat again.

Don’t worry I gain complete composure before anybody really saw.

Wow. I am pathetic. Literally like crying in the hallway at Longview. Over a cat.

Cool. There is a 50/50 chance my cat will have to be put down tomorrow if medicine doesn’t help her. She pretty much got sick from a tick

Baby kitty (aka stupid cat) staying the night at the emergency vet place. :/

I was thinkin’ about death and all. And about seein’ how you’re gonna die. I mean, on one hand, if dyin’ was all you thought about, it could kinda screw you up. But it could kinda help you, couldn’t it? Because you’d you know that everything else you can survive.

Big Fish (2003)

My dad taking her to the vet tomorrow and I am afraid they are gonna keep her and have to force feed her which I don’t think my dad is going to handle well. He kinda attached to his animals.

He once wanted my dog to get knocked up with nice boy dog. He found a boy dog and place she could stay for like a week but he didn’t want to do it because he couldn’t see her everyday without driving an hour.

Me and my car have both been a mess since Tuesday night. She went missing and now is weak brat who want eat. And I am basically the same right now.

Now that I have had one of the worst weeks ever lets start my period. Still trying to kick the fever too.

Isbaiebsnsibrbdowurbvnaluebdjaobf

Yep.