~And the cat came back, the very next day~

~Or not really cause it took two days~

My cat is home, but he keeps falling over unexpectedly when he walks and they

DON'T
KNOW
WHY

I don't know if I should laugh or cry.

I bought a book. It was.. it was a self-help book. But it's not what you think! It's funny and it made me laugh a lot when all I've wanted to do was cry.

But god, standing in the self-help section. I think I need a book just for getting over the trauma of that. But you know what part of me made me get dressed, get in the car, and drive to the bookstore? The part of me that wants to get fucking better.

And now the voice in my head I don't want to hear is getting louder. The one that makes me want to make healthy choices. I think I might listen to that voice more often.

Or maybe I'll go lay on my couch. I never get to do that anymore with work and school. Oh couch, I miss you so. I remember the good times we had. *sniff*

I'm about to start rambling all over the place cause I'm so tired.

Keep it real!