My best friend died in my arms today, just finished burying him, still have dirt under my nails.

I(21m) met him when I was 10, 4 years after my father abandoned me and abused me (beating and…). I grew up in the worst places i could go. Mother ? Died while giving birth to me. Any known family, my cat was all i had.

Fight through horrible families and highschool with him always at my side.
Depression ? Suicide ? Never as long as this adorable creature was with me. 
Got fucking graduated and a place in one of the best college of my country. Just hardwork, nothing else.

But here we are, got home this afternoon and i knew something was wrong. Cat went cuddling on me and start crying, just held him till the end.
I have nothing left, no family, no friends.

I can’t even cry right now, just watching the bottle of pills on my desk, alongside this beautiful gun.

I didn’t have luck in this life, thanks you buddy for making my daily suffering bearable.

I will now make a mistake.