long, lonely and quiet walks all by myself can be therapeutic. i guess maybe that's just one of my ways of escaping from the wiles of life's intricate web of complexities.

free myself. the freedom of solitude. when i can be absolutely free from the clutches of this zoo, when i can talk and laugh and cry and sing and jump and dance and yell and be a retard without anyone commenting.

and, singing and talking to cats can be therapeutic too. they don't answer back or criticize your pitch and rhythm and stuff. they just regally sit there and (appear to) appreciate your company.