So today I came home and usually my cat is waiting for me by the door and today he wasn't there. I shrugged it off and just took my dog outside and when I came in, he still wasn't there. That's when I started to get worried because he's usually waiting for me to let him in the kitchen (We have a gate for my dog when we leave her home alone because she can't be trusted.) so that's when I started going around the entire house looking for him. I called his name a bunch of times and still couldn't find me. But then I remembered that my step-dad said that he was going to the vet and then my mind went to a really dark place. I thought that he was dead and I literally broke down in the middle of the kitchen and my step-dad comes from downstairs after a shower and he asked me why I was crying and I asked him where my cat was and he said that he was at the vet. At that moment, I flat asked him if my cat was dead and he said that he wasn't. I feel like an idiot because here I was crying in the middle of the damn kitchen over absolutely nothing. And I told him this and he said that I didn't and that I was a good human being because I cared so much about an animal and that someone who doesn't care about animals can't be trusted.

Anyway, I'm currently on my bedroom floor still crying because I'm still thinking about the whole losing my cat thing. Plus, he has to take medicine for back pain and my step-dad says that he's got quite a bit of time left, which only makes me think that my time is limited. Plus, there's still the whole cancer thing with my friend going on. Thankfully, she was in school today and she seems to be doing fine. And my other friend still isn't talking to me (the guy) and I can't bring myself to talk to him for some damn reason. Also, I still feel like I'm drifting away from my other friend.

Lately I've been roleplaying a lot to take my mind off things.

~Sky~