#my new love

So I’m posting this on here because I don’t really have anyone who will actually care in my life and I just wanna get it off of my chest.

For the past few months I have been in such a deep depression, and for the last week or so it has been so bad that I have been crying my self to sleep. I feel that I will never get caught up in bills even though I am working 2 jobs and I’ll never be able to move out of my parents house. The situation is very toxic to say the least.

Ever since I made a rash choice to quit my first job I have been behind on paying my bills to my mom has been on my ass and my sister has been on my ass because she had to help my mom when I failed about money and shit. Which I understand to a point and I know that I need to pay them, it’s just very disheartening as I am sure a lot of people know to work in retail and deal with the public being them (especially during the pandemic in a state that never took it seriously). To not be able to get new work pants because you wore holes into the only pair of pants that can be worn to work. And that the holes can’t be fixed

Being with out my medication since I made the huge move from Colorado to Florida. I am not a very stable person. So when I saw a post on Craigslist for a black kitten I asked if I could adopt him, and they said yes. He is fixed and up to date on his shots and young enough that my cat that I have will accept him. I am so so excited to get my new baby boy.

Everyone reading this post meet Runt. I am going to change his name, to Binx or Salem. Depending on what kind of vide I get from him. (This is the only picture I have of him so far since I get him tomorrow)

I am crying again writing this post but for once in a long time, they aren’t tears of despair. If the cure to my depression is just adopting stray cats then I welcome being a crazy cat lady.