Heres the deal. I’m in Anatomy class. We have to dissect a CAT. A CAT. I <3 cats. AND THEN… my prof said that we can’t keep it at the school. So I’m going to have a dead cat in my trunk. Yuuuck. It doesn’t feel right.
Without running the risk of sounding like Anne Frank, I'd like to say that I really think people are generally "good" people. I believe they have good intentions, yes they might be selfish but they also think of others. Generally, if you keep the people around you happy, you will be happy as well. If you give, you feel happier. It's just how it goes. It's built in to people who are, for the most part, stable. In my belief that people are good people, I feel that I am a happier person. Yes, I understand there are murderers and just terrible people out there but those are outcasts. I don't know. Maybe I'm totally wrong. It is what it is. Love, me.
Or… maybe I’m just really naive. I just believe people get the chills when they listen to a good song. You know.