Our cat is sick...

She's got chronic kidney failure. The vet finally admitted to us that she's dying.

Truth be told, I'm getting very sick of this world. I mean, if humans aren't fighting to the death or trying to hurt themselves or each other, then loved ones--animals or no--are dying. Seriously, where and when is all of the suffering and pain going to end? If anyone has a set date, let me know so I can build a time machine and go there instead.

Maybe it's just the year talking. Last year and this one as well, so far, were hard. Not all depressing, per se, but complicated, stressful, and frustrating. Maybe it's my fears or my frustration talking, and not my head.

Or maybe not. I'm not sure anymore whether I'm in a dream or a nightmare. I'm not sure whether I'm speaking from my head or from my heart. Am I even real? Is this world real? Are we all just pawns in somebody's storybook? Is there someone out there who's controlling our lives and has the power to change it at their will? Or do we have the ability to make of our lives what we are going to make of it? Are we all equal, or are we part of a specially set-out list of classes and ranks and importance? Is this world ever going to find peace again, or are we doomed for chaos and destruction as long as this injured Earth is still alive and mostly well?

As I said, I'm not sure anymore.

I'll stop my little rant here.