maybe around september i got a cat, he was the best cat ever,
super playful and cuddly. he became my best friend in like 2 days, me and my family got him when he was just a kitten, i loved him so much. one day i woke
up to food him and the went to school. that was the last time i ever saw him, everyday and night (even at like 3 am) i would go outside in whatever i was wearing and shout out for him, it didn’t work. it probably led to the worst depression i’ve ever been through, snacks and crumbs everywhere, dirty laundry scattered all over the floor, to
the point i couldn’t even see the floor, and a lot of cups. crying every night, and the night he went missing, i told my friends and all they said was “he’s probably dead tbh” and it hurt me, now in april, i still have dreams about him, still cry, still look through my snapchat memories of him, he never came back . and i have no clue if he’s dead, suffering, or in a new home and this is probably the worst i’ve ever felt in my life. and i still can’t talk about him without my voice breaking up