12.11.23 (つ﹏<。)

All I can think is my life is not worth celebrating. 

I wasn't sure I would make it here, but here I am. I didn't want to I don't think. I keep thinking it.

My cat sits at my face and purrs, it reminds me that I need to be here to feed him. 

I fell asleep at my desk while writing this, he still sits here and purrs.