Ispiho

Today, I  adopted a kitten from John Dave, schizophrenic with multi-colored hair. He freaked out yesterday because he didn't know what to do with the cat. So I rescued it and named it Roygbiv.

I know you’re checking my blog. If you ask me where I am, I am exactly where I want to be. Safe and alive. There’s still rage and I still cannot forgive. But I want you to know that I care for you. One of my psychiatrists said I should stop communicating with you that was why I didn’t reply to your last text about my recent photo project. That was my decision too. But I want you to know that that made me smile. I know you’re still contacting my sister. I don’t know what that means. Right now this is what I want to say: I don’t want you in my life anymore. Unless you’re my lover. And I know that is so mean of me. But I think I can never be friends with you. Novie, I care for you but the pain won’t go away just yet. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know if I need your help here. Maybe I should just live with it and wear it comfortably just like my other scars.