Funny how babies take all the tender scared broken parts of you and forgive them. You're still broken and lonely and scared, but all you want to do is weep because you've been forgiven. Every part of you that is bad and wrong and sullied and unforgivable is forgiven by a baby. Or in this case, a tiny blue-eyed kitten with storm cloud fur. His name is Edgar.

I'm trying to cope with the end of school, anxiety, and some other stuff I'll talk about another time. I'm not doing so well and I'm kinda scared of everything.