Thanks as always to the internet for being able to combine my love for pixel imagery and cats with the Gen-Y habit of selfies.
I don’t know how I can even operate the way I am. It’s like I live in a tank of frosted glass. I’m on the inside, everyone else on the outside. I don’t understand other people and they never seem to understand me. I feel like I’m always screaming and nobody hears me. Nobody notices. Half of the world barely notices I even exist. How am I supposed to be close to anyone through these walls? All I want is for someone care enough to try to come inside and help me break them down. For someone who truly wants to learn to understand me, and will teach me to understand others. I don’t know, it’s probably stupid and impossible. But I sometimes have nowhere to turn to. Even writing this made me cry. I really shouldn’t be using this like a soapbox.
This new to-do app I’m using is kind of genius, because it essentially bullies me into getting things done. It just rewarded me by giving me some sort of kitten…that relies on me getting things done for survival. This is so cruel. I am so lazy all of the time but now Captain Whiskers might die because of it.