Let me just warn you right now that I'm suckish at introductions. I'm sitting here in front of my laptop listening to Flo Rida [I CRYYYYYYY JUST A LITTLE WHEN I THINK OF LETTING GO] and I literally have no idea what to say.
Everyone calls me Kitty Cat. I'm a teenager. I'm British, born and raised, but I'm a proud Desi girl. My squad is basically Wattpad, Spotify, Nutella and Pinterest. I have friends. I'd do anything for them. I have a general aversion to abbreviations of any kind. I'm a little bit broken, but mostly just bent. And I can learn to love again. Music is my life, writing is my love. I dance. I sing.
Ummm... Yeah.
I have my phases. I'm slightly bipolar, ADHD, and hella passive-aggressive. And most of the time, I'm just trying to figure myself out. I figured writing this blog would help. And, well, here I am.
I seriously can't figure how all those bloggers sound so peppy and fabulous. Peppy and fabulous isn't very teenagery. It's not very me, either. Then again, I don't really know who 'me' is.
I keep hoping that I'll have this epiphany or an existential crisis or something and suddenly realize who I am and what I want to be and go about my life a centred and driven young woman, but I'm 99.9% sure that only happens in the movies.
The thing is, whenever someone asks what I want to do with my life, I always tell them I don't know. Only, I do know, but it's not the answer they want to hear, so I don't tell them.
I want to be an author. I want to go to Oxford University or NYU and major in literature. I'll probably get a side job tutoring French (which I am ace at, by the way) or English ('cause I'll have a degree by then) to pay the bills. Either that, or I'll become a nanny. An au pair. I love kids. I don't believe in arranged marriage, so I'll get married to whoever I want whenever I want. And just to rub it in all those stereotypical tradition-following Desi aunties' faces, I'll probably have a Christian wedding. [I'm not a Christian, but I think their weddings rock. It makes my heart smile when someone says yes to the dress. Shoutout to you if you're a Christian. And shoutout to your weddings too.] I'll maybe get a roommate to help with the rent if I need to. Also, I quite like the idea of living with someone else. I'm hoping I'll get an old high school buddy to live with me or something. Else, I'll become a barista. At Starbucks. It's actually not the worst possible job, contrary to my mother's belief. Besides,
I love Starbucks. I'll start writing. I'll put stuff online. I'll contact publishers. I'll make it work, one way or another. And when I get married, it'll be to someone who I am truly and deeply in love with. And I want six children. Yes, six. Twins and then just one and then triplets. And a dog. A little white puppy named Sparky Pepper. Yeah, it's going to be tough. Yeah, I won't have the most expensive lifestyle. Yeah, I probably won't be able to afford a Mulberry handbag anytime soon. I've made peace with that. Everyone thinks I'm a delusional little girl with the notion that life is easy and everything will go my way, but I'm not. I know it's going to be an uphill battle. I know I'll have to sacrifice an awful lot. But I'll be happy, and that's what matters to me the most.
Now if I could just explain this to every adult that asks me what I want to do with my life, everything would be dandy.
What about you? Are you one of those people with 'sensible' goals, or a dreamer like me?
Well, I have a shitload of stuff to do, and I'm procrastinating big time, so I'll write you later.
Peace
Love 
Meow 
,Kitty xxxx
