How can I feel any comfort in my own house when I can't even ask a simple question? Am I not allowed to feel worry for the only living things that I care about? How is it so wrong to wonder why the front door is wide open, where my kitten could escape if she were out of my room at that moment? How is it fair that I have to be chastised for wondering why and actually asking? I never meant any harm by it! I never screamed! I never raised my voice about it!
Suddenly things seem to be disappearing from me.. My own freedom is slowly dwindling away... First I'm not allowed to walk out of the house alone, then I can't call anyone after ten unless it's on my cell phone. Now I can't even ask a question that effects the wellbeing of my kitten? Since when is this fair?
I'd die for my kitten. If she died, I'd kill myself. If she ran away, I'd die trying to find her. Now that I've finally found something to care about, nobody could give a s**t about it, or about me.
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