- today has honesty been the worst day of my life. normally i wouldn't share specifics on here, but i really, really don't care anymore. this site doesn't have much to offer me anymore. nobody bothers to talk to me, so i don't care how this makes me look.
i left home over 6 months ago to travel the states, but i finally decided that it was time to head home. this was the longest i've ever been away from my family. i was so, so happy to be coming home. i felt incredibly guilty for leaving my cats for so long, and i really just needed to see them again. for weeks, i was thinking how great it was going to be when we were finally reunited.
i came home to 2 less cats than i had left with. nobody told me. they died, and nobody included me. i'm pissed at everyone for letting me come home so excited and eager to finally see them after all this time, only to be crushed back into dark depression that led me home in the first place. i don't want to do anything. i'm not happy or grateful to be home, to be able to talk to my family. i don't even want to see their faces. i'm pissed that i can't be as happy as i was when i finally saw my little brother running to me in the airport, because i came home to a family that's no longer whole.
