Steins;Gate: Fuka Ryouiki no Déjà vu
I guess so.
But I don’t blog so much anymore. I feel too anxious on here. Too much bad unresolved things and bad feelings that need tending to and it makes me nervous and feel bad.
But yes I used to blog many cats, plenty of cats. So many cats I felt like it was one of my new favorite animals.
Cats are cute and adorable creatures, but I love cats as much as I love dogs.
I reblogged hundreds of cats though on other pages as well as here just because I wanted certain others to see them because I thought they were hilarious or cute and it’d be nice if they saw them too.
Maybe I need some drink for the troubles.
Someone buy me the biggest jug of naked juice you can find.
Find warmth.
Find softness.
My grandpa didn’t die for me to not believe that the world progressed through sheer hardness.
He made me believe to care. To believe in people.
I am not healed, and I’m still broken, but I’m still not dead.
Ok i’m gonna say this on here while he’s not able to type. but seriously if you can’t have a conversation with someone, that’s just being childish. Talk to each other guys! It really hurts that when you need someone, and they’re just ignoring you when they’re drowning in pain like this. i don’t wanna take him to the hospital. just help man. there’s no good communication out here anymore. he keeps talking about how he’s been trying to contact someone for days but nothing? i mean come on. can’t people grow up enough? shit. ok i’m ranting on his blog.. but i feel like somethings here need to be said from what i heard and i don’t think it’s happening. i’m taking care of him as much as possible. At times like this. help and any positive messages would be great to have him see when he gets back to his senses.
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