Enough

Okay. That's enough, that's fucking enough.
I hate my stupid cat eating every headphones and loaders she sees. The only thing I wanna do is kill her and make some chops from her meat. And a pillow from her body.
I hate myself what's obvious.
I hate Susanne making me feel like shit. Everytime. Feel like she doesn't need me (cause she doesn't), like I'm only disturbing her and her friends (cause I do disturb as I can see). New friends. I don't even wanna talk to her. I don't wanna feel this way anymore, it really really hurts. Who would have thought that I'll prefer to talk to Eyebrows than to her.

I just don't wanna live right now, just hide under the quilt and never go out.
I'm gonna go to the specialist. In the coming week. I swear.