Bast the Cat Goddess
Planetoid
- Joined
- Jan 28, 2009
Though there are some instances when I find myself wondering who I am and what I'm here for, most of the time I am just...drifting. Drifting through life, working job to job. I am what many people would define as struggling, but I don't see it that way. You have to learn, you have to work, you have to die. Though I had learned this long before, I never really expected it when I got out of my parents house. It was a slap in the face, really. I had to adjust my life almost completely, but I made the mistake of moving in with someone I truly did not want to live with, and nearly got my credit screwed over by said person. It was a stupid reason, really. I thought I was pregnant even though I didn't have sex. It all started when I started missing periods. There were many times where I would sleep over this persons house, you see, because he was what you would call a boyfriend...I guess. I thought he had raped me because he told me once that he had a dream that he made love to me while I was asleep. Now, I am a heavy sleeper you see. So I just assumed he had gotten me pregnant and moved in with him without actually telling him my suspicions. I lived with him for a month or two until I got my period. At first I thought I had miscarried, but I didn't. By this time, this person had lost his job and didn't work. I took up a second job, worked day in and day out to support my family(me, him and my kitty) and he would sit on his ass all day playing Xbox. I would spend all my time in the kitchen trying to cook food while he was on the game system or the computer talking to other people. It wasn't hard to see that I didn't care about him anymore.
I packed my bags and decided to leave a week after I found out I wasn't carrying his child and never looked back. I lived with my parents for a few days and then found my own apartment after. I had taken Charlie, so I wasn't lonely or aching or anything. It seems after all my so called relationships, I just get a dull sense of boredom everyday and try my best to entertain myself. Whether it would be watching TV, getting online, or playing with my kitty. I have been feeling lazy, like a cat myself, and when I'm not working I'm simply sleeping. Of course I'm counting my moderator status on a site a job, but still...
I'm not using this to vent, just looking at my life in retrospect. Working two jobs makes the days long and short. I didn't even know it was almost the end of the month and I missed ST. Patrick's day.
I burned most of the bridges with my online friends, so I just talk to one person who I don't think would leave me. He keeps me company but he doesn't roleplay, and that's something that I miss. Roleplaying. I don't do it anymore unless its with friends, but I currently do not have any so I am usually bored on sites like these.
Hmmm, if I wanted a second chance, would I receive it?
I packed my bags and decided to leave a week after I found out I wasn't carrying his child and never looked back. I lived with my parents for a few days and then found my own apartment after. I had taken Charlie, so I wasn't lonely or aching or anything. It seems after all my so called relationships, I just get a dull sense of boredom everyday and try my best to entertain myself. Whether it would be watching TV, getting online, or playing with my kitty. I have been feeling lazy, like a cat myself, and when I'm not working I'm simply sleeping. Of course I'm counting my moderator status on a site a job, but still...
I'm not using this to vent, just looking at my life in retrospect. Working two jobs makes the days long and short. I didn't even know it was almost the end of the month and I missed ST. Patrick's day.
I burned most of the bridges with my online friends, so I just talk to one person who I don't think would leave me. He keeps me company but he doesn't roleplay, and that's something that I miss. Roleplaying. I don't do it anymore unless its with friends, but I currently do not have any so I am usually bored on sites like these.
Hmmm, if I wanted a second chance, would I receive it?