Going somewhere. I don’t know where. I don’t know when I’ll be back. I don’t care.

I’m feeling better. And don’t worry. I’m not suicidal. I just felt like giving up. I’d never kill myself. Ever.

retrosexual-monster asked: Katie, if you're messing around with my ask right now, I'm going to be a little pissed off. Just tell me if it's you and I'll drop it.

I don’t do that. I get that too. Or I used to when people talked to me. But I’d never do that Lora. I like just logged in again when I saw all that shit and made a comment. I swear tis not me

I’m done. I’m so done. With everything. I can’t take it anymore. I can’t do this anymore. I’m so fucking done. Goodbye now.

STOP IGNORING ME. IM SO SICK OF EVERYONE BLATANTLY IGNORING ME!!! FUCKING STOP!!!

I’m so sexually deprived its not even funny. I haven’t been touched in over a month. I can’t take it. My insides will shrivel up and die. It’s not like I’m not willing to repay the favor.

In just our underwear, so our skin can touch? Can I hold you while you wrap yourself around me? I’ll play with your hair and drag my fingertips across your skin. I’ll peck at your neck while you giggle and tell me to stop. We could whisper sweet things to each other over pillows that no one could hear. We’d just stare in each others eyes until a smile cracked the silence of our lips.