Well, we go to adoption events sometimes....but Mom gets really tired from doing those so it's not a regular thing, plus we don't always have a foster animal that needs adopting.

Anyways...I'll survive, somehow.....I think. I've gotten this far..who knows..maybe another 30 years can be done? Just wish that I didn't have this damn need to talk to people....

I've realized now that maybe I'm not the kind of person who can have friends either...it's like they say they are my friend...then stop being so whenever I'm going through some really bad ****, because I often teeter on the edge of severe depression and wanting to....just end it all. They don't want to deal with me because they think I'm being dramatic on purpose....just to garner attention.....

That's why I'm not very trusting of people anymore. Humans are so fickle....I often had strong deep seeded desires to be a cat when I was younger...escape my life as a person, just turn into a cat and walk away from it all. I got the idea from this book series I loved as a kid...

But unfortunately, I can't do that as it's not physically possible. So....I just...stare at my walls and talk to my cat and dogs....they don't ever judge me or say anything mean or hurtful....they aren't condescending, rude, and play mind games with me. They don't gang up on me....and then laugh when I'm running away crying my eyes out....

People are so cruel...I have no faith left in the species I once called my own. Now I just want to be my own species....so I don't have to share the same branch as them on the evolutionary tree. I don't want to identify with them in any way....Can I reclassify myself? Where's the forms?