…I was awoken to banging on my door and yells of “Fire”. I immediately saw the orangey light through my blinds, I jumped out of bed slipping on clothes that were on the floor and spilling my cats water. “Get out of here” the voice yelled and pulled away, I saw Delilah’s (my cat) head poke from under the bed and before she could run away I grabbed her by the scruff and then cradled her until I could get her in her crate…running out with her I saw my roommate’s cat running around our floor, I passed Delilah to one of my roommates and immediately ran after the cat, I got him but he wouldn’t leave the house so I had to leave him in the from room, now bleeding from that cat I left the house and went to the front where I was told to move my car. Our house wasn’t on fire, it was our neighbors garage, I saw while moving my car, we were fine. By the time I went to calm Delilah down it was over, but I can’t help but smile at the fact that I didn’t even bother to grab shoes, I knew what was important to me..not my laptop, or phone..but Delilah, and I guess Zeus (the other cat) I feel as though I passes a the most important test, In case of a fire..what would you grab?
…my teeth started falling out. Lets just say I woke up really not wanting to go.
..he said the same thing he does every time…”lets hang out” but every time he tries to take it somewhere I don’t want to go. So I straight up told him, “I don’t think you should come over.” I am actually pissed that it seems that is what all boys think I’m good for.. you know what?! He and every boy like him can fuck himself! I may not be amazing at something but I will not be used to anything!! #annoyed Sorry about the rant/hashtag lol