Breaking heart.

My cat is quite easily the love of my life.

She is 17, I'm 22. Basically, I don't remember life before her.

She is still incredibly healthy, but I'm not sure how our future lies. I'm not sure my living situation will allow for Squeege. I cry just thinking about it. I have no idea what to do.

:(

2010. Year of the shit hitting the fan.

.................

If I stay in one place I lose my mind.

Deleted.

Silly to post that kind of thing on a blog.

2009

The year of me.

The year of heartache.

The year of finding the old me.

The year of friendships.

The year of returning to the shared house.

The year of travel.

The year of making plans.

The year of heart melt.