It is one of those mornings that I don't feel like waking up. Waking up is such a dread thinking about all that is going to befall me. Things aren't exactly great at the moment. I wonder if I will ever return to the jolly old me, in my own sense. Oreo is usually a super stress lifter but for the past few days, he's been throwing up his food. He made me worried sick. His size disturbs me too cos he's really a skinny boy after cutting his fur. Can't believe Oreo is turning 5 next year. The bond between Oreo & I often amazes ppl. They simply can't understand it. You see, Oreo was with me since SPM, then STPM days & now uni days. He's been longer with me than any relationships have been. He's seen me cry, he's seen me laugh & sleeps on my bed.
