#fuckingmental

I literally cannot believe she would throw away a friendship that we’ve had for this long! I’m 25, going on 26 and we’ve been friends since we were 11!! She has the audacity to post on her facebook (after defriending me but staying friends with my hubby) that I was trying to one up her on how shitty my life is and how I didn’t listen to her “just once.” I LITERALLY HAVE BEEN DOING NOTHING BUT LISTENING FOR 14+ YEARS. COME THE FUCK ON. I legit can’t tell her ANYTHING positive I’m doing, especially if she’s not doing anything like it at the moment. It’s fucking stupid as hell. All I said was I was excited to go on a ride at Knotts Berry Farm with my friends....and she was like “Oh, must be nice to have friends who want to hang out with you. All I do is hang out with my mom.” She tried to GUILT me into feeling sorry for her because I was going out with a friend that I hadn’t seen in like 1 year+ and yeah we want to hang out all the time because we missed each other!

Legit not my fault she can’t make or keep friends now for whatever reason. To guilt me for that is super lame. She was like “TBH I’m jelly” and “How are you affording this?” because I’ve ALWAYS been much poorer than her and always living in a shit hole. Like idk, maybe I bought passes with my taxes and fucking did payments like an adult? Gee, no way D: it’s fucking impossible

Doesn’t he look so loving? D’awh! Yeah that’s what I thought too. This little adorable little shit was literally the fucking spawn of satan. This cat was a fucking demon, ok? He was lucifer’s even more evil cousin who fucking manipulates you into getting close before he claws your eyes out and eats your heart. When I met my boyfriend, he wasn’t home a lot. His apartment was empty, and he was always traveling to make it to his gigs. When he was home, this hellish ball of fur was his only friend and he really did treat him better than he treated himself. In his bedroom there was a bed and a mattress on the floor. Guess who the extra mattress was for? My fucking boyfriend! He’d sleep on the floor so the cat could have the bed. This cat had his own bed, a giant ass cat tree right in front of the window (Which was on the 12th floor, that cat had the best view in the house.) and he had his own little special dining room space! This fucker was spoiled as shit but I never understood why my boyfriend never picked him up or pet him too much. Playing fetch was as close as they got. I soon moved in with him, and learnt why getting close was a mistake.

My boyfriend and I are laying in bed in our bedroom, watching TV doing our usually late night routine of absolute laziness. Suddenly we hear what sounds like someone throwing themselves at our bedroom door trying to break in. My boyfriend gets up to check what the hell is going on and through an old hole in the door he sees an angry Mr Kitty climbing through. This cat ripped down a poster, climbed up into the door itself and started to make him way into our bedroom all while doing his signature battle cry. I can’t even explain his meow when he was looking to attack, it was deep and loud. This cat was out for fucking blood man and he was willing to bust in a door to get it. Tony (my boyfriend) grabs a pillow and tries to shoo the cat away, which works for a bit until the door is left open later that night. The cat charges into our room, full fucking scream meowing and attacks Tony. Full out throws himself onto my boyfriend digging his claws into his flesh and sinking in his teeth. Totally random attack. Tony tries to get free from the cat but Mr Kitty was so deep in his flesh and holding on tightly we couldnt swing the damn thing off. After minutes of trying nicely and blood dripping the cat finally lets go and calmly walks back to his cat tree and perches himself as if nothing ever happened.