With the end of this year, I am offically determined to make next year kick this years ass. I don't fucking care anymore. I haven't eaten anything in days and I don't mind because I CAN'T FEEL A THING! (welcome to insanity folks) lalalala I can't feel a thing...Oh yeah I wrote something I few days ago and almost threw it out. Well instead I'm ( Read more... )

Sweet beautiful rock fucking bottom. Sitting on a bed staring at your biggest fan and worst enemy in the mirror; an ego and an insecure twit; a bitch and compassionate mess, you’re just a wreck. The one crying will slowly but surely pick herself up. Walk away and turn into Katie. A woman with an ego, attitude and tolerance level of zero; she knows ( Read more... )

My sister forgot to take her pills. Anxiety; a dark, hazy, transcending illusion. It’s that feeling you get when you can foretell a disaster. Before it rains and the sky is purple and cloudy. Thunder rumbling, warning this city of sin that they’re about to be punished. The palms sweat, the hair twirls, and the stomach churns just like every time ( Read more... )

Today I watched a movie in class. Of course the end of it ended in suicide which was a bit of a downer…it always builds up, escalates, and leaves you on your heels, makes your pupils dilate. It brings you in. Takes you for a ride, one that you’d rather watch than ride. Too hard to watch but you’re eyes are glued and the projector won’t stop. Every ( Read more... )

Today I was in Bio breathing the same congested air has every other day when the girl in front of me is speaking her business cross the classroom. (Then people wonder why my school has so many rumors spreading around right? haha) So anyways, she said that if her mom said something else stretchy she was going to leave her house. What's the worse she ( Read more... )

Every time I bitch about someone about how untruthful they are or how fake they are I’m just really fooling myself. We all are in the end. I mean come the fuck on. I’m one of the biggest liars I know, I basically live with multiple lives and personalities, um yeah I’ve got enough problems of my own to not give a fuck about what a douche bag you are ( Read more... )

Stomach is lurching, churning guts and useless stuff. Head and thoughts need to be cleansed; I don’t know who I was when I didn’t know you. Everyday is a new obsession, a new addiction, a new idea that gives me a huge rush of excitement. I know not all of theses ideas can be told in a life time but god damn it I want to do it all. Say all these ( Read more... )

Today I’m a bitchy bum ignoring everyone’s phone calls, yesterday I was tortured artist, and a week ago I was dark poet. My best friend Amy told me once that she never wanted to be the same thing all her life. I feel the same. I’ve already got a split personality; I might as well give them both jobs to work night and day. No sleep and nervous ( Read more... )

Guess who's face is back on live journal? well, not my real face just a whole lot of Audrey. Bipolar Audrey you can call me. Or Katie Kay since pen names are forever. Stick it on me, scar me for life. 
Let's get this going since I don't have all day. I made my old livejournal already predicting that I was going to have it for a long time. Enough to ( Read more... )