so I saw we were sharing fucked up shit we did. uh tw animal abűse & déäth for this. there are a lot of stray cats around my parents' house. when I was like 14 there was this cat, I hated her. she gave birth and left her kids at our doorstep and stopped caring for her. another cat caught a mouse and she stole it right off her mouth. i got so mad that at one point I grabbed her by the tail and threw her away hoping she'll never cone again but she kept coming and I stepped on her until she díéd. Another time one of my dad's roosters woke me up at 7am and I got so angry I went to the coop and started chőkíng him. if my dad hadn't been there Idk what I would've done. When I moved out I got a cat and when visiting my parents one of the stray cats scared my cat and I got so extremely mad I went out in my flip flops and started chasing him with (I think) a broom. Anyway a few years later I was diagnosed with borderline, not that it excuses everything I did.