My cat.


He's sleeping against my chest & our breathing is in sync. He loves my music, whenever I turn it on, he buries his little head in my hair & purrs like a motorboat. He, then, paws on my face & licks my chin, my nose. Then he will slowly close his eyes & fall asleep on me.


As I breathe out, I taste coffee and vodka on my tongue. I find that strange since I did not drink any alcoholic substance tonight. Maybe I'm imagining things, maybe I did drink. Maybe I forgot I did. My memory is horrible anyway.
Do you like how I'm tripping myself out? Ha.

I have school tomorrow.
At 3:30 in the afternoon.
Should I expect the worst? I can't remember which class. Political science or psychology. I can't remember. I can't.
Is it that people don't remember things or they just feel it's not important to them so they choose not to record that information in their minds?
I ask myself petty questions like these, when I should interrogate those who have taken me for granted. If they've merely forgotten, or did they choose not to remember because I mean nothing to them.
Isn't that almost the same thing?


I can't believe that you and me were falling out love.