This terrible week...

I just hide away from the cats and let my sister deal with them. I'm so depressed and angry about my situation that looking at them reminds me that I'm not good enough for anyone and so I must become a crazy cat lady.

I feel so miserable around the cats that I just want out... all I do is fantasize about what it'd be like to be an attractive woman who has tons of friends and suitors.

But then I come back to reality.

The sad truth is I will never be loved or wanted. I will never escape being surrounded by cats and I will die alone in a pile of cat shit and piss.

I'm not worth anything. I'm just a fucking litter box in the process of being made.

I wish death would just take me already... I'll never meet a guy who wants me. I'll never be a mother. I'm just a crap box for cats. 😞