#cananyonerelate?

[theoneandonlyalexbrine2025]

Rest In Peace, Clyde...I Miss You Already.

Sad news today...at least for me, a certain special cat who I formed a bond with, just passed away, somewhere around 12:42 last night...my fathers cat, and I just saw the text message relaying the news this morning...I'm just happy that, unlike most of my own pets, I got to say goodbye, even when I was uncertain if it would be the last time I saw him. He was in rough shape the last time I saw him...happy, but unhealthy, dying...he kept my spirits up when I was at my lowest, like all of my pets, and once again, I had to say goodbye for one last time...as used to that sorrow I am, it doesn't get any easier, and doesn't hurt any less...Clyde, my sweet kitty, even though you were never technically mine, I loved you as much, and I won't miss you any less then the pets that WERE mine...you made seeing my biological father every once in awhile worth it- and I'm going to miss those few happy memories...I've always felt closer to most animals rather than people...a blessing and a curse, because I have to say goodbye much sooner than I would to most people...and in this case, it was MUCH, MUCH sooner in terms of cat years...14 years, is still pretty old for a cat...but in better conditions, you could have made it maybe 4 more years on average...I regret not just stealing you away from that environment so many times, even if I couldn't keep you myself, and I had to take you to a shelter, where maybe you could have lived a happier life for the rest of your days, even if I never saw you again, It would have been worth it in my heart to know you were happier...It would have been so easy, to just hide you away in my dufflebag and slip out as I always did, in the chaos of that house...but I couldn't do it, out of fear...so this is bittersweet for me. Knowing you aren't suffering anymore, and aren't alone up there either, but also knowing that I might have been able to prolong your life with loved ones down here as well...human emotion, so confusing, am I right? Heh...I miss you buddy, but don't worry about me. Just do me a favor, ok? Tell your brother and my boys I say hi, ok? I love you, old friend. I'll see you again someday. Goodbye.

[uz-ma]

it's like a weird internal synaesthesia

[katsreddawn]

Is nice too nice?

I really need to stop being so nice. Like for the past couple of years i always bought Christmas presents for people who i thought were my friends (and then made cupcakes or candy baggies for people that i’m not so close with but are closer than an acquaintance) but I never got anything in return (except for one same girl who is the closest thing to a best friend). And like i help people with all their issues and when they tell me mad shit about themselves that i probably did not need to know.

Its not like i expect anything in return because i’m just not that kind of person but it really puts it into perspective how much people unappreciated me. Like I can’t go to 99% of those people with my problems but they have no problem coming to me to tell all theirs. And around holidays or the weekends these same friends will give gifts to other people or invite them to outings/parties and don’t even look in my direction.

Like is there something wrong with me or am i just being a needy bitch?

[oxliviaa]

I always wondered

why I wasn't like other girls. With the cute clothes and the Toms. The excessive time they spent on their hair and make up. It always made me feel weird, but also, they made me feel weird. It only bothered me a bit in grade school. It didn't start bothering me a lot until middle school, like grade 7. I wasn't really the girlie type, I didn't even like shopping much. I preferred my brothers "hand me downs". The comfy hoodies and the loose t shirts, it was like heaven to me. It started to bother me a few weeks into 7th grade, when other girls started to comment. They would always ask why I didn't wear any pink really, or mascara. The worst was when as a joke a girl asked me out in front of a ton of other girls, and then said "oh I'm sorry, I thought you were a guy". All the girls started to laugh at me and I stood there stunned. Always wondering why I couldn't dress the way I was to be considered a girl. To be "normal". After that I got my older sister to give me some of her hand me downs. Asked her to teach me how to straighten my hair and some basic make up skills. Asked for stuff like that for birthdays and Christmas. And it felt good that the other girls liked the way I looked and would pay me compliments. I felt accepted finally. As the years went by I got better at the make up and hair, and knew what flattered my figure. Would spend forever getting ready for school. And at that point it wasn't for them anymore, it became about making me happy. The only reason it made me happy was because other girls would either pay compliments and/or envy me a little bit. The some of boys would even be asking me out and smiling at me. Me. The girl who wore boys clothes in 7th grade. I got so hung up on what was considered normal that I didn't care about my comfort anymore. The tighter, the better. Eventually I got tired of playing dress up by the end of high school. Started wearing looser clothing and not wearing all the makeup. I got told that I look "too lazy", and I should put on more make up. I'm happier now, as I'm writing this post, wearing a pair of men's boxers and a men's tank top. Loving life, and I finally feel really happy. I'm not looking for those compliments anymore, or a whistle when I walk down the school halls in college. I'm just me. And when people look at old Instagram or Facebook photos and say "wow you used to be so pretty and different", I'd say "yea I used to be pretty different, but I was always pretty". Being "pretty" isn't on the outside with how you look, it's how you look and feel on the inside.

[re-phantom-bean]

Me Trying to Express Myself

Me: *walks downstairs with all black on and a black beanie*

Mom: Why are you wearing all black?

Mom: You have makeup all over your eyes.

Mom: What is with those earrings?

Mom: What is with all those bracelets?

Mom: Why did you write all over yourself?

Me: Mom I want to wear all black. I love wearing eyeliner that circles my eyes. I want gauges and these are the closest thing I have. I wear these plastic bracelets because I love them. And I write all over myself because I want tattoos across my body because it's amazing to have an amazing work of art on your body forever.

Mom: Honey, no.

Mom: Go change into something pretty, wash that makeup off your eyes, wear those earrings and bracelets your grandmother bought you, and wash that stuff off your arms.