The Feline

Author's note.

This is just another author's note. I'm sorry if you thought it was an update but it is serious, and I just need somewhere I can write right now. Because this situation I have, well, I really don't wanna talk about it with my friends. Because I don't want pity. I just want to let it go.

Okay, let's begin.

Isn't it amazing what people in need manages to make? Like, really? Break into a person's home to steal? And then be so blatant enough to sit and drink their juice, sit and eat their food? I mean, you took their TV, their shoes, their jewelry. What more? Oh, yeah. You fucked up their alarm. An alarm that does nothing more than to steal money? An alarm that should, supposedly, protect your House. But it doesn't even scare the robbers, so what use there is for a piece of shit like that?

Now, the cherry at the top: this stupid act of cowardice, brought out the family...issues. I think that's the pretty word for it, and now everyone's pissed, sad or stressed out, and me?

I don't even know what to feel. I don't know if I should be angry, frustrated or sad.

But seriously. What a beautiful way to start the fucking weekend.