I made a new friends today, her name is Amy, she's crazy, not like me, I refuse to admit there's anything wrong with me.


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So nervous  to talk to anyone =|

So sad, I wanna make you happy.



Or just lose myself in the process either way...

Damn cats.
=|

The only think i wanted was the money, the dead cat thing wasn't really my fault, the damn purring made me so angry. Fucking old crazy woman with there damn cats, who's fault is it that she was lonely! Not mine. Anyway, entering the house was easy, i simply crawled threw the opening in the old bats window, and climbed in. Once in i went to her bedroom, knowing she wasn't here today, it was Saturday which meant she was out at her church club, elderly woman are so predictable. I went to her night stand drawer and opened it, not finding any money i got discouraged and annoyed he walked out to the kitchen, thats where the badman came out in me. The little kitten wouldn't shut the hell up, it kept meowing and purring around my legs, i snapped, i won't lie, i did, i took the small knife from the drawer, kicked the cat, and pounced on it, stabbing it over, and over, and over, andddd over again. I was in a daze, the kittens blood looked so nice on the linoleum floor. The door handle turned from the front door, and all i could hear was screaming, and soon enough the cops were there and next thing i know I'm in the lovely Royalpark mental institution. fun day, at least i can see chase again...I've missed her..