Everything around me is moving so fast

I want to listen to other people's (other people namely those who I rarely talk to at school, and those who think I don't give two shits bout them and I probably don't) adventures, love life and life drama's, experience abroad. Not really talk to them. More of talking about them with someone else. But definitely not bad-mouthing them. Call it kepoci if you must. My life is at a standstill. A state characterized by absence of motion or progress. Pretty much of how my 3 week holiday is. Such a bore. I stay home and practically lay on my bed almost the whole day. My fat are re-distributing as a result of laying on the bed for too long.

I complain too much. 8 days to go to till i start 6 days a week of classes for the rest of my semester. I will bid goodbye to my laziness in 8 days time. Till then, I will continue being a sloth.

I MIGHT just have killed a cat.

I'm a sucker at blogging. I hate writing and I hate the feeling of "Who the hell cares what you think?". But right now, I have to channel my guilt somewhere. Definitely not twitter. Someone might just call the pet police on me.

I really didn't see it coming or anything moving. My brother didn't see anything either. But the fact that I didn't see anything lying there just proves that I wasn't paying attention to the road as much as I hoped i did now. I was driving home from buying dinner at McDonald's when i felt a thump.

Me : What was that? Did I hit anything?

Brother: You ran over a cat.

Me : WHAATT? I did? Seriously??

Brother : I'm kidding. You didn't hit anything. Stop being so paranoid.

*Takes a look at the rear view mirror.*

Me : The driver behind just avoided something. And I'm gonna turn back to see what it is.

So I turned back and saw a dead cat. Body still intact but there was blood coming out from eyes and mouth. Horror stricken. I drove pass the cat and went back home to eat dinner before doing anything heroic. (I mean, not really heroic since I might have been the one who KILLED that cat).

Debating with my brother while eating dinner.

Me: I may not have killed it. Maybe it was dead when i ran over it. It would still be moving if I was the one who ran over the cat. It was perfectly still. It was dead when we looked. Not only that, the positioning of the cat's body is weird. It's parallel to the direction of our car. How did i manage to hit it in that position?

Brother : It could have been the impact of the hit that the cat fell parallel to the car. *while doing hand gestures of how it might have happened*. Maybe it suddenly ran underneath the car. Maybe that's why we didn't see it. You MURDERER. PET MURDERER

Me : Shut up! You're gonna help me pick it up after dinner. And what stupid cat would run directly towards a moving car?

Brother : All cats are stupid to me.

Me : Yeah, fair enough.

We drove back to the "crime scene" but the cat wasn't there. Someone had already moved it. Can't even see the blood stain. That was fast.

So I spent the whole of last night checking my timeline just in case someone tweeted "Someone killed my beloved pet cat! I hope that person rots in hell". I'm a monster!! :0

I did not find such tweets. But I am really sorry for what I did. So sorry to the owner of the cat. My deepest condolences. The cat is in cat heaven now. If I was the one who actually killed your cat, it was a merciful death. Cause the cat died instantaneously. If I wasn't the one who killed it, then sorry i ran over your already dead cat.