I desperately want to be a wild animal to the point where human existence is practically agonizingly depressing. I watch my cat, who sleeps all he wants, plays outside all he wants, and basically enjoys life and I wonder why can’t I be happy like that. Oh that’s right. It’s because I am a human. A human with a relentless job who gets thrown peanuts and dirty green paper to spend on the necessities of life. A human with human obligations of employment and family and rent and housing. A human with other nagging angry and depressed humans nagging in my ugly bald ears about how angry and sad their lives are. I hate being human. I want to be wild. I want to be free…..