Yeah, Life Still Sucks

My cat is still sick.
I am still tortured and tormented by my worries, sorrows and fears.
I hate being helpless.
I hate feeling hopeless.
I hate myself for being unable to do anything.
Anything.
I know I should be on my knees praying for my cat and myself right now.
But I need to find a vent for my pain.
I need to write it out. 
Fear.
Worry.
Pain.
Sorrow.
Frustration.
Helplessness.
Hopelessness.
Guilt.
Depression.


And I still don't like Cupcakes, BTW.