controversial language ahead. watch out.

i am scared of cats, from an incident since young. but as from last night, i hate cats. cats that are fucking make such damn awful snarling and rasping noises that made me want to kill them. wouldn't mind if i had some stones to throw at them, just so they can stop fucking under my window. i had to even move to my mum's room to sleep. i hate cats. wouldn't mind if they don't exist.

i'm not making a mountain out of a molehill, but it really did matter to me. if you do risky things or endanger yourself, that is irresponsible behaviour to me. i dont want anyone i love get hurt due to their own careless behaviour. to me, i feel that to show that you love someone is to treat yourself well, so that the someone doesnt have to worry about you. if you play the hero and get yourself killed, a plague of courage would be of no use to me. i don't know how to say it, but i feel it strongly.

just kinda boiling at everything now. grrr. but its gonna pass, so well, i shall go concentrate on studying.