Untitledi love my cat so much her dark fur is so soft on my face, i love how she frolics around the house getting into things she shouldn't but does anyways, she has the most biggest beautiful eyes ive ever seen for a cat, she knows how to cuddle too, she gets right in my face and purrs at me, i love it so much it makes me tear up, because im thinking this little kitty loves me as she rubs her nose on my nose, i cant get enough of it, call me strange i know..Untitled2 hours ago in Letters More Like This
when i pet her she stretches all out like a queen and looks at me like i own you, i say yeah you do little kitty cat, heres some food and milk for ya, shes got a tigress type look to her, i adore that little cat more than she knows, but what can you say to a cat, it dont listen, it just hears what it wants to, but i understand im the same way, i dont listen to anyone because, like the cat, i get sick of hearing the same things over and over too, but what are ya gonna do..
when im hurt and in pain for some reason she knows and comes to me
Farewell to my fansFarewell to my fans4 hours ago in Letters More Like This
I really don't know whats being said about me all together, I know I'm being constantly backbit by two people who used to be the closest one could be with online friends. When someone begins to speak in anger and malice against someone, there hatred begins to be kindled as a destructive fire, affecting those around them, until the entire forest of men around them are consumed by it and turned to ashes. The rightful residue of hate and fear. If Alanna and Plasma are going to continue to flame me, there isnt any further use to write my fictions or make my videos for Cat, as I would gather my name is now been downtrodden to the point I am beyond an outcast among those who once smiled at the sight of me and called out my name with such familiarity. I no longer have it in me to entertain and apologies to those who may have wanted to still see more, if they are still out there. I am sad sitting here thinking about all the people who so willingly turned on me without a flinch,
Sigh.It’s been a while since I last wrote a letter or anything.Sigh.5 hours ago in Letters More Like This
I’ve started to forget. It scares the living hell out of me. I’ve started forgetting Chelcie, how her hands felt, her cheeks, her eyes, her lips, her smile, her curls… her. I need a picture to remember.
I want to write down my thoughts from those 4 months ago, before I forget them, too.
July 30th, 2013.
Chelcie’s nurse wasn’t as chatty as she usually was. I felt like something was up, but maybe it was personal business. I didn’t want to pry or anything.
I was having a good day as of lunchtime. I saw on tumblr that people were hiding pictures of Nicolas Cage all over their house, so I decided to do that as well. One in my parent’s shower, one on the main toilet cover, a picture in the hallway, the fan in my sister’s room, the sun visor in my dad’s truck.
Not 10 minutes after I showed my sisters my handiwork, my world came crashing down.
“Susan, come here.”
Dear SantaDear Santa,Dear Santa7 hours ago in Letters More Like This
I've never broken the habit of writing to you even though I know you aren't real. No one but us know I still do. I guess it's a part of childhood I don't want to forget. Something I can carry over into adulthood that isn't tainted by negativity.
So how's the weather at the North Pole? I imagine it's freezing. I'm sure you're all keeping warm due to all the preparations you're doing for Christmas. Could you say hello to Mrs Clause for me? And all the reindeer and elves? Oh, and thank them for all their hard work.
Of course I'm not just writing to chat about the weather. Every year I ask for the same thing - my family and friends being safe, healthy, and for us to share Christmas together. You always deliver and I've never really said thank you. I mean, what I ask for isn't exactly something you can wrap up in a little package and put a nice bow on top. Yet you do it. That takes tremendous talent and determination. Even that one year when my brother was in that horrible car c