So after a week of nothing but Netflix and Power Puff Girls Monopoly, Boyfriend and I are back home. Syracuse sucks, like always and its frigid as fuck, but I suppose that comes with the season.
I'm excited to know I will probably start T in April. I wish my birthday would come faster, as much as I don't want to grow up.
The thoughts of death keep coming more and more. It's like it consumes me. The panic attacks never end, it seems. I wish for just one minute of peace. I found that other cat I was talking about. He's only 2 months old and his name is Sweet Potato. He's living at Boyfriend's best friend's house till we get an apartment.







