She doesn’t think its “practical” she thinks about where I’d put the litter box or how the dog would eat the litter or how the dog would not like the cat. Yet she’s always talking about how great it would be to foster a cute kitten, while saying this shit to me. And she wont even let me ask for a dog. I really hate it, she’s always asking me what she can do to help but she never actually fucking HELPS ME. So I’ve stopped asking for her help, I’ve stopped opening up, because what’s the god dman point? I can’t stand it, no one ever fucking listens to me. If you really wanted me to live you’d fucking help me. But no, you think I can’t have a pet because its too much work for you??? Even though I’m always taking care of other people? Ecspecially their pets!!! I mean I’m enrolled in a fucking animal medicine school and you really still think im not cut out for a pet? And it’s not your responsibility in the first place, I wouldn’t let anyone touch them anyways because I have fucking seperation anxiety and I’d get jealous if anyone bonded with that cat more than me. Even so I’d let them live their life since it’s not my choice. I mean I can’t know if I dont try right? But no, you don’t want to actually help me. You want to do what’s convenient for you. So fine, just let me continue to suffer. Watch me fucking die. Because that’s what’s going to happen eventually. I’m on the ledge every fucking day. I mean if you’re not going to help me you’re just fucking asking for it. But I don’t say anything to you because I don’t want you to suffer either, and there’s no point in telling you what’s wrong, because you don’t want to fucking help me anyways. So watch me die I guess.
I went on a rant, I get pissed off when it comes to pets. But at least it made me focus on something else rather than what I’m worried about.