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My life needs a cat.

Images like these make me miss Knight so much I want to cry. He was always so soft and fluffy; always warm and snuggly. He's do cute shit like miao at me while at my door to announce his arrival before entering my room, then shamelessly leaping onto my lap for some good pettins. He'd climb into my bed while I was sleeping to snuggle next to me. His fur would get into my nose and I'd sneeze but still hug him anyway. I'd sneakily trim his nails while he was asleep and then he'd wake from the sound of his nails being clipped, dazed and confused, before realising what was going on and then struggle to run. Those were good times.

I really want a cat. A Knight kind of cat. My life is not complete without one.

Maybe I should just go, fuck it all. And stop caring about it altogether. But I hate giving up without trying.

My life...

is on this bus.

(and it is depressing as hell.)

SHE ESCAPED!

From my sketchbook, finally.

I have a serious issue with pencil drawings. They bore the hell out of me.
But here it is anyway, I name her... whatever my file name for her is - whitehairnebulablazer.

My creativity knows no boundaries.
No, not really.

This week and the coming one is going to bear much excitement. I must admit to be fairly afraid, but nothing really scares me. Except insects. And the future. Other than that, I'll just take it as it comes. Seriously sometimes I think I am mentally unsound. A masochist, maybe? Or sadist. More likely a mixture of both, actually.

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Last night, I dreamt of cutting the sort of cuts I used to do 3 years ago. The ones that bled and wouldn't stop, and needed stitches but I wouldn't tell. In my dream, I sliced my arm 8 times with an industrial penknife. It didn't hurt, so I just kept going. There was blood and I loved it.

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If this wasn't just a concept, I'd buy it, and wear it, while riding my bicycle. In a dress, with a tutu.