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Thursday, July 20, 2006


Oh Won't You Please Take Me Home
Hey everyone. How are you? Me? I'm just peachy. I think I'm going to go back to cutting. You wanna know why? My best friend just died. No I guess its not that big a deal considering my best friend happened to be a cat. Yup that's right my beautiful kitty Louis died. My two year old Louis died. I loved that cat, I love him, he was my baby. He was also the very first cat I ever had. But it doesn't matter, its just a cat, right? For those of you wondering what happen, you guess is as good as mine. We took Goku and Louis to the vet today. Goku was getting nuitered, declawed, and his shots. Louis was getting declawed and his shots. Well they came out of anisesia (sp) all right. They called me and everything, telling me everything was okay. Then they went back to check on him like a hour or two later and Louis was dead. We're going to go see him tomorrow when we go pick up Goku. Hopefully Goku is all right. I want to pet my cat one last time. They said they'd cremate him but I want to keep him. So we're going to see if they'll put him in an urn. If they won't do that then we're going to take him and bury him along with the rest of my pets. Why does everyone die on me? First my guinea pig, Lydia, then my grandfather and then my other guinea pig, Brownie, and now Louis. Everyone FUCKING DIES! I don't want anyone to get close to me because everyone I love dearly dies on me. So what if its their time? I want to be with them forever. I bet if I killed myself I'd be with them. Every cut gets me closer and closer to that goal, so long I've been away from cutting. Well who the fuck cares?! I don't it helps me. So fucking what? I want to be with my grandfather, my pets! I want to be with them all. During my funeral I want them to play "Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls. Remember that somebody, when I'm about to be six feet under someone tell my mother I want them to play "Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls at my funeral. Don't let them dress me in anything cutesy. I want to be dressed in what I would normally wear. I want to be dressed in a pair of jeans and my hoodie. I want my hair to be left down. If none of this happens for my funeral I want someone to go on a fucking rampage! Got it?! A fucking rampage! Tell them they're the ones that killed me. I don't care, as long as I don't go down in a pink frilly dress. I think this post is long enough. Good fucking bye.
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