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AUGUST 31 2005 - Local teen crashes into center divide
It is said that around 2:40 am on August 31, Katherine Yemin , 17, spun out and drove head on into the center divide on I-5 heading toward Woodland. Witnesses say it was intentional, and that she was weaving through traffic. Her father, Jacob Yemin, shocked and emotional, had no clue his daughter had left the house so(cont. pg A11)
Ryan,
For you I was as honest as I could be. I'm not saying I ever lied to you, but I did keep t
Why am I bothering to justify myself to you?
I told you what would happen to me.
I know you don't care, but I
Fuck it. Good bye.
Always,
Katherine
I'm not emotional at all, honestly. She meant everything and nothing to me. I'm quite content with her death, accident or not. I bet she did this to upset me. Fucking bitch.
You see, I met Katherine about four months ago. I thought she was magical. She had an open mind, and she was aware of things going on. She was realistic, but fun. She had fantasies, but she knew they were only fantasies, nothing more. I can't say I didn't try to be her knight in shining armor, but she never really let me in. Katherine kept me at a distance, and I understood. As young as she was, she'd been hurt. She only wanted to protect herself. And I loved her.
Katherine was never as beautiful as people thought she was. I mean, she was, but she wasn't. It was a facade. she was probably equal to Patrick Bateman in Ellis' American Psycho, slowly falling apart, cracking up, only to find out in the end that it's all in her head. Nothing is real. I remember her telling me her theories. That was one of them actually- Nothing is real, there's no such thing as "reality."
I'm simple, I'm scientific. I never believed a word she had to say on certain topics. And sometimes I wondered if she even believed what was spewing out of her mouth.
But I'm glad she thought about things other than the bullshit that was given to her on a daily basis.
Okay, so I lied. I'm really going to miss her.
When someone dies, you tell the friends and family of the deceased that it isn't their fault. What if it was your fault and you knew it damn well? None of her friends or family have called. If it wasn't for America's obessesion with death I probably wouldn't have found out until next month, when word finally reached me.
End this bullshit. What is it that you really want to know? I bet you're wondering why she'd run straight into a concrete slab, right? You can blame me for that...