• Especially me, because I look at my kitten and life just seems so wonderful for her.

  I'm feeling rather depressed, because I haven't been keeping up with my assignment deadlines - I just might fail stupid Biology, and that would make my lovely teacher so mad. I have no incentive in any of my studies, and my guitar skills are at a standstill. I have no cash at all because I have no time for a job with all this endless studying. I haven't been able to concentrate on my exercise plan, I have no time for writing poetry or anything at all really and on top of it all it's getting even harder to find time for my friends and social life. I guess it's just not been a good month for me. My personal life is crumbling into a deadpan routine of procrastination and fruitless labour. I have less than four months until graduation, which will be the first time in several years that I will be able to really relax and spend time by myself. But even after the holidays I'll have the stress of deciding what to do next....

  Man, life, when did you become something to stress about instead of enjoy? Fuck pressure and people who want you to be something that you're not. Fuck perfection and all this fast-paced shite. I want to be a cat. There's no stress over being perfect and successful and talented when you're a cat. You're just like, hey I'm a lazy, furry cat, I have a litterbox, a food bowl and a chase toy and the rest of the world is my oyster. My talent is sleeping cutely and making people happy, and at night when the humans are asleep I can chill out with the neighbourhood cats like it's a Saturday evening. Cuz it's always Saturday for the cat who knows where it's at.

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