Why do I try?
I brought home the cat because it came to me. I took it as a good sign.
Bear was in love with it. I took it as a good sign.
But my life does not have good omens...what I've learned is that these little harbringers of joy only make it that much harder when everything fucks up in my face.
So the cat crawled out around the air conditioner. And ran away. I tried my damnedest, but what really eats me is that it happened because of a miriad of things that drive me crazy anyway. Its too long and convoluted to even write out, let alone understand...but its everything that sucks about my life all rolled into one neat fuck you.
And i'm tired.
