Ive stopped clawing my way out...

Mood: confused
Listening to: Blvd of Broken Dreams - GD

I cannot sleep like a normal person. I am an insomniac. To make things worse, i am an unproductive insomniac. My kitchen is yet again a biohazard. Nothing truly stays organized in this house of maniac kitties. I have come to realize that something needs to be done about my cat Greebo. He is my snuggle kitty, i adore him, but he has become beyond violent in his play with my other kitty Voxie. Everyone is suggesting different things to fix the situation...so far, here are my options:
*get a new kitten to distract him
*send him to live with my dad who loves his behavior
*squirt him with a water bottle
*have his top 2 fangs removed

Well, the water bottle doesnt work, not when he is ready to rip Voxie's throat out. Getting a new kitten would be a gamble, and another mouth to feed. Giving him to my dad would be painful even though i would still be able to see my furry baby. So right now i am considering the removal of his very LARGE fangs. He has been using those to bite Voxies throat. Right now he is locked in the bathroom, whilst Vox has now passed out on the stack of floor pillows.

Le Sigh..

Why is everything such an emotional trial for me??
Why dont i want to get out of bed? Why do i feel so hideous? WHY DO I FEEL SO MUCH???
I hate sobriety. But i also hate the drugs now.
WHAT DO I DO NOW? fuck fuck fuck fuckity fuck...

oh, and GRRR.

Bloodstains, speed kills, fast cars, cheap thrills, french girls, fine wines, ive lost my sense ive lost control ive lost my MIND!