kitten tails
I feel like one of those kittens who has cans tied onto it's tail and spins round bewildered, frightened and confused whilst it's tormentors stand by and laugh at their cruel games. And really it would be far kinder to just put it in a bag drown it than have this little kitten grow up afraid and uncertain of anyone it comes into contact with.

And they say that this life is just a mere blink of an eye...I'd now like whoever is blinking to unblink please. I'm bored of this game. Let's play something else.

And of course then come all the questions. What did I do to deserve all this? Was it my fault? Or do I just have a big sign that says 'trample all over me as many times as you like'. I don't even know why I'm bothering to write any of this. Noone reads it and it makes no difference. I don't feel better for it. It doesn't help anything, it can't change things. But I know what I have to do. I just don't think I can. It means giving up more than just one thing and they'll never understand my reasoning. Or perhaps I'm giving myself too much credit in thinking that they would actually care that I have cut all ties, including them. One day I'll actually bring myself to say fuck off. Cats have nine lives. I think I've lost four of them...