Hey, remember that time you weren't such a gigantic fucking bitch all the time?

Oh wait, I don't, because you've always been this way.

You think it's so easy to blame everything on dad, but this is just as much your fault as it is his. No wonder he wanted to get the fuck out, I can't even blame him.

You are insane.

I can't wait until you go the fuck back to work

Because you know, nobody noticed. There was a miscommunication, you don't get to freak the fuck out about it.

And yeah, you blew it the fuck out of proportion. Because going from OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE EVERYBODY LEFT JOSH BEHIND WHEN I TOLD YOU THAT JIMMY WAS PICKING HIM UP AND DIDN'T TELL JIMMY A FUCKING THING to YOUR ROOM IS SO MESSY ITS LOWERING PROPERTY VALUES YOU ARE A TERRIBLE PERSON YOU KNOW YOU MIGHT HAVE TO PAY RENT IF YOU MOVE OUT is completely unrelated and a perfect example of blowing it out of proportion.

I hope you're glad you ruined my day.

Because everybody thanked me for planning a fun party.

Too bad you're so fucking focused on tearing me down.

~Katie

Today I had a realization, with regards to happiness.

In that, I am happy. I am happy with my life.

I am happy with Dior sunglasses, loud music, cars with the windows rolled down and sunset.

I was thrilled. I want to seize this feeling and I want to hold onto it forever. Because I know I can't always feel this way, but.

In other news

Why am I such a fucking nerd, holy shit, it's almost painful and augh augh augh augh augh augh augh I hate my life I am so fucking bad at this augh augh augh augh die die die die why would I go and make it fucking weird like that, I mean what the hell holy shit.

Okay. It's out of my system now.

~Katie

Jesus Christ girl, get ahold of yourself.

I really wish I wasn't such a freak of nature sometimes.

~Katie

So I own some very expensive sunglasses now.

And it's Lost night.

And we went out for dinner.

It's been pretty good so far, I think.

~Katie

Sometimes I hate the internet for stalling my literary career. 

Then I realize it's the only reason I'm good at anything I do, so I can't really hate it. 

Is it bad that I would totally, seriously, in all reality, marry him? Like if he seriously asked me, I would actually buy a plane ticket, go down to Vegas, and marry him. That's kind of ridiculous, considering that we have known each other for all of four days, and how much can one person 'know' about another person in four days?

But I mean, we just have lots in common. I guess I'm not used to having a lot in common with people. When I think about all my friends, I love them dearly, but we don't have that much in common. Only some things. 

Besides, he shared his digital comics with me. Come on, God is trying to prove a point here, obviously.

I'm just rambling, I think.

This is probably why I won't get married until I'm 50.

He'd probably understand the SC though. 

I don't think I'll ever understand why she makes me cry harder than anything else.

~Katie