Elmira's cat just died this midnight at the hospital. At first, I wanted to ask her if she's okay, but that'd be a silly question. Who's going to be okay when your cat died? Yet, you have to attend your class because--grades, duh.
I understand what she feels right now, not so long ago my cat died too. I cried so hard--I'm not even close with this stray cat.
Even though your cat is annoying as hell, for example like mine, peeing on my bed and pooing near the desk I'm using to study, you wouldn't want them to die sooner. You all cat owners are lying if you've never, at least once, wished your cat to die because you're too stressed with their doing, but you never wanted your wish to be real, right?
The same goes to your family. There will be time when you miss them so much. So is having the urge to punch them. No matter how shitty, you're going to be stuck with them for the rest of your life--unless you die or run away.
Last night something happened that made me want to punch one of them. I silently cried and woke up with puffy eyes. Then, I realized something. You still need them sooner or later.
