Do you ever look around and wonder "Whose life is this? What am I doing here?" Lately I get up in the morning and barely look in the mirror I'm in such a rush to get off to school, or just to fall into bed. But this morning I looked at myself, and didn't recognize me. It was a little shocking. I wandered around my apartment, staring at the pictures on the wall and the things laying around, and it seemed like it all belonged to someone else. This busy girl lives here, who gets all sorts of schoolwork done, and goes out with her friends when she has time. I looked at my calendar and saw the things I have planned for this weekend, thought about the things I've done this week already. None of it seems like me. I almost bolted right then and there. Even now I'm tempted to just grab some things and run. I suppose everyone feels like this sometimes, but I've always been someone who loves to be at home. I don't think I've ever experienced this feeling in quite this way. Like I could leave it all behind. Like I could pack me and the cats and just go. Truthfully, I'm scared. I'm scared of the months and years ahead. I'm scared of how hard school is, and how hard my life feels with this big empty hole in my heart. I keep telling myself that it has been worse before, and it has, things have been worse so many other times. It has just never been like this. I've never expected so much out of myself. Growing up is a lot of hard work.

The cat has hiccups, I've never seen a cat have hiccups before.