Kitty in The City

When this posts, I will be long gone from this website. I wish I was stronger than this but I’m not.  I would love my last words on this hell site to be of love and comfort and encouraging but I have lied long enough. I’ve stayed silent all this time but no longer. I’ve scheduled this and queued it on the blogs I could make do as I desired.

This is not for the ones I love. They don’t deserve this. I will miss them greatly. The ones that made me smile every day and tried so hard to keep me going will never be forgotten. 

I feared that my past, during a time where I was at my worst, a weak excuse at the best, was coming back. My fear got the best of me and I acted out of selfish desires, acting like I knew best for others when I clearly did not.  But my problems, personal or otherwise, are not what is important. None of it is. What is important is I am tired.

Tired of the rumors, the back stabbing, the spite, the hair-brained schemes all of it. I’m too old for this high school drama. And I’m done. This time, I am not coming back. Maybe, with me gone, people will heal and maybe, maybe grow up and move on from whatever this was.

To Cecil and Tasha, I know mentioning you both in the same sentence will cause you a great irritation. I sincerely thank both of you for making me the person I am today. It is only appropriate this debacle ends the way it began, a needless shite storm started by a Secret Santa.