On a plush toy I sit, a cold beverage in my lap and the scent of mosquito murderer. My day couldn't be any better. Had my daily dose of hiccups with my human. A brief cold shoulder. 3 episodes of Daria. A good time messing around with mom's big red box of beauty enhancers and a good fun chat with the girls. Now just having my usual procrastination to dine. I have no idea what ignites my resentment towards dinner. I just don't want to have it. It's not that I'm not hungry. I am. It's just that I don't feel like having it. I just wish someone was here to joining me in my solitude sometimes. But when company is available I just despise people. Being home alone has made me grow sick of people. It's like everytime I hear my mother or sister come through the door, it's as if my mood changes. Yet I complain about the fact that my mother doesn't spend enough time with me. I don't know what's wrong but I hope I figure it out sooner or later.
