Come one, come all, and look at the crazy cat lady

I am so depressed and stressed and now also physically ill. I have a lot to do, but I don't even think it's that. I can't sleep. When I finally fall asleep I wake up again, and it's dark outside, and I'm alone and sad and too awake. I'm feeling really needy and dependent. "Mommy, tell me I'm smart. Tell me I'm doing good things. Tell me you like me living here." I've been feeling like every moment I'm separated from my cat is awful, and I spend a lot of time looking for him in my backyard. I even made him a toy yesterday, and he played with it a little bit, but he's in pain and can't play for long.

I think I'd be happy as a crazy cat lady. "Why am I at this job I hate? Oh yeah, to feed my cats." Just give me a hovel with some cats and let me live until I die taking caring of them. That's a good life, I think.