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- March 17th, 2010
So, I have to be serious for a moment here. For the past week and a half, a stray cat and her newborn kittens have been living under our porch. I've been providing food and water for them, and just generally trying to make everything okay for them. I'm not much of a pet person, but I am a major animal lover, so it's just something I pretty much had to do. Several days ago, I discovered that the mother was missing. Through a little bit of sleuthing, I discovered that my neighbours - a bunch of hideous, stupid, and generally worthless rednecks - had taken her - from ON OUR PROPERTY I must emphasize - and locked her in a cage, leaving the kittens to either starve or freeze to death. Mom and I took this up with them and we got them to let her go. Crisis seemingly averted, we thought.
Today, I arrive home to discover that someone (read: those neighbours, I'm sure of it) had murdered those kittens. Stabbed....repeatedly. The aftermath left right there for me to see, no doubt as a big "fuck you" to get back at me. I'm....disgusted. I'm horrified. I called animal control, I called the police....nobody is going to do anything about it. They're going to get away with it. Even more disgusting and horrifying.
Tell me. Why is it that everyone is able to do horrible, cruel things to me with no consequences whatsoever? My mom's many misdeeds are no secret, though of course she had the fact that she was kinda sorta providing me food and shelter on her side. One of her ex-boyfriends stabbed me in the neck with a screwdriver when I was 4, nearly killing me, and he got away with that. One night when I was feeling suicidal, Kristen actively encouraged me to go ahead and do it (because she was "sick of my emo crap"; I did try to take my life that night, though obviously I failed), this taking place when we were ostensibly still friends. No one seems to care. Kevin, Amanda, Rob - I can't think of this as anything but reprehensible, though I'm trying my hardest to be understanding. And now this. Seriously, what is it about me?