Slave

dear diary,

last night, i kicked the cat. i don’t know why i did it, other than the fact that i was upset. i was cold and couldn’t sleep. i was frustrated over the twenty or so irritating or guilty things that poke around in my head on a regular basis. so i kicked the cat to push her off the bed. because she had the misfortune of laying within reach.

then i felt bad about it, so i went and got her and put her back on the bed. she jumped down anyway.

then i cried. what the fuck is wrong with someone who kicks a cat?

this morning, i realized i was in the pms zone. and that makes me even angrier, because the last thing i intend is to be a typical girl. slave to my hormones, emotional victim.

whatever.
j.

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