I hummed quietly, making sure I fed my small cat before I left.

For good this time.

Im sure my mom would take care of her. She was such a peach. She always made me so happy. She was really the only thing that was there for me.

But I feel like I need more to keep me alive.

I need someone to keep me alive, not something that walks on four legs and has endless amounts of fur.

I need someone who can listen to me, who will hold me tightly while I cry—

complaining about all of my problems. 

I need someone who wont judge me.

Well, sucks for me, right? I already blew the chances I had.

You only get so many chances before people start telling you that you're worthless.