I really have to pee

I sit here as my cat lays in the fresh dirt pile I swept up from the bathroom floor. A drawer full of stuff just fell all over the floor and there is an even bigger mess outside of the small room I sit. The smell of the liter box creeks in and makes you want to gag, and there is hardly any room to move around. I have to pee but I have no ambition to get up and use the toilet that if I wanted to I could reach out and touch. My mind is as blank as a freight train and my body is so not a temple right now. In the freshly drooped drawer was the sissiors I was looking for. I searched for them for about fifteen minutes until I gave up and used the ones I use to cut hair. The dirty floor, the stench, and the mess. Oh gosh...shedding the outter skin is tough, and I think I am been pulling it around as though I could just craw back into it and it would be alright for years and am just now realizing it could never be. Dirty floor. God I have to pee.