Man, fuck the faggot mods. I wrote up a whole post about how I had to leave behind my stray cats, who are probably starving now, but the post didn’t go through because the thread got moved to /bant/.

Sorry Trooper, and Dibs, and Slippers. I wish I didn’t have to move away and leave you behind. You didn’t deserve to suffer and starve like that.

All of it happened because my psychiatrist reported me to the police. I regret seeking help for my mental illness. I regret trusting shrinks and I especially regret talking to the police. I did nothing wrong and still got massively fucked over.

I swear to God I’ll never talk to the police again. Even if there’s a baby dying on the side of the road, I won’t report it. Fuck cops.

I got kicked out of college for reasons that are partly my fault…
Namely, I cooperated with detectives when I should have told them to fuck off.
The university police got involved because my psychiatrist illegally reported me to the police for having intrusive thoughts (NOT plans/intent) about violence.
So I got kicked out of school and tagged as a “dangerous” individual even though I know I’m not.
Here’s where my guilt and shame comes in…
I was the guy who fed the stray cats. I loved those cats. Trooper, Dibs, and Slippers. They relied on me for food.
Now that I got kicked out of college, I also lost my apartment. I had to move back home.
So I had to abandon my stray cats… to leave them to hunger and hardship.
How do I forgive myself? All I had to do was tell the police detective to FUCK OFF when she called me the first time.
Instead, I stupidly told them everything, and now my stray cats are starving to death. Or maybe they’re already dead.
How do I stop crying about this? I failed them. I abandoned them to their fate.
I love them so much. Please forgive me, Trooper, Dibs, Slippers. And Minipixel, and all the others I left behind…