STOP BEING ANGSTY

Dear world.
Stop being constantly angsty.
The end.

So that person doesn't like you back.
So you think you're ugly.
So you care too much what people think.
Just go out and do something that makes you happy or makes you feel a bit freer.
It's not that difficult. I know it is, but it really isn't.

This may help:



JESUS JUST MAKE FACES OR SOMETHING, LIFE IS FUN.

Sighighigh.

This has not been a good day! Ah well.
I still have stockings to look forward to and to love me.

The old Kat is back.

Remember when I hated boys?

I have returned the full time hatred of males.

>:[ is my permanent face.

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Firstly, I love Fave. Which is why she if my fave.
She makes me happy even if I'm curled up in a ball crying my eyes out (it's happened before).
I never want to not be friends with her.

ANYWAY.



I'm worried I get into things too quickly and too much.

Worry worry worry.

Dear tumblr, give me a good image.


THAT DIDN'T HELP.

Ahh.
Worry worry worry.

Mhmm gurlfrennn

CHOCOLATE I WANT TO EAT YOU

Sometimes I feel like I'd be a whole lot happier if I was just fat.




... Sometimes.

Fucking hell.

I'm dangerously close to becoming a misandrist.

FIREFOX DOESN'T EVEN ACCEPT MISANDRIST AS A WORD WHY DOES SEEMINGLY EVERYTHING HAVE TO FUEL MY FRUSTRATION?

Angwy.

Why are your pockets showing?
This is what I'm asked at school every time I wear my cut off shorts.
You look like you just haven't realised people can see your pockets ...
It is highly irritating.
Your shorts look like a nappy ... they're so loose ...
Almost always by people who aren't interested in fashion, so it's not as if Anna Wintour is hating on my outfit but it's still very, very irritating. I'm becoming very desensitised.
But I don't say anything when I don't like other people's outfits!
So here we go, a few photos of stylish people who's pockets are - shock, horror! - visible for the world to see.
Also. >:{ is currently a very good depiction of my face.

Chloe Sevigny .... one of the most stylish people on the planet ...
Rachel Bilson ...
Cindy Crawford .... has enough money to be very picky about her shorts ...
Erin Wasson ... the other most stylish person on the planet ...
Rumi Neely ... one of the most popular fashion bloggers of the moment ...
I can't be bothered finding more but yes. You see my point.


Anyway I thought being picked on for my clothing ended when I stopped dating a jock ...

I'll cut your little heart out

'Cos you made me cry.



I feel very strongly about this, so fuck you for pointing out that it's just teenage bullshit (I'm talking to you, voice in the back of my mind).



I hate that I throw myself to heavily into things.
And so if I realise I don't want something it's too late and hurt people.

I hate how I get so enthralled.
So when I've lived and breathed something and it fails I have nowhere to go.

I hate that I never get into things at the right rate, or into the right things at all.

I hate when I express something I am proud of myself for and I cut myself down or let other people cut me down.

I hate that I can't see the good in myself. I hate that even when I feel most comfortable with myself it's because other people have made me feel validated - it doesn't come from personal achievements or maturity.

I wish there was a way to stop myself falling for every boy. I don't know why I do it but I can (always) become infatuated - almost obsessed sometimes - at the drop of a hat. I wish there was some kind of diagnosable condition for it so I could have some kind of wonder pill and make it stop.
Make myself rational. Able to put things into perspective. Stop completely rearranging my style, personality, views for whoever it is I fancy at the time.
It's not healthy for me on any level. School suffers, my friends suffer, and by the end of it I come out not sure what to do, be or even wear.

I hate how horrible I feel when I express this stuff to people, how selfish I feel, but then realise how selfish and cold I am on a daily basis.
I hate that I hate things.
I hate using the word hate.
I hate things I do, things I say.

I hate that I've become a callous, blunt, angry, intimidating person.
I never used to be like this.
I used to be easy to like. Giggly. Goofy.
I'm so much more. But who will notice if I'm not?
It's what I'm known for, I can't stop now.

In too deep.


What I hate the most is that this is so important to me but is blatantly angsty shit.


If I woke up tomorrow and went back to who I was four years ago - shy at first but then loud and goofy but also much nicer than I am now - would people think I was faking? Would they even notice or be stuck with 'Kat'?

I want Kitty back.

Cyber-bullying.

Rule number 1:
NEVER date a shithead.
Especially one with shithead friends.
Who say mean shit.

Fact number 1:
I dislike catch 22's.

Scenario number 1:
Friends who make you feel amazing and you have amazing memories with and make you happier than most people can.
The exact same friends who you cannot trust on any level.

Levels of awesome = levels of untrustworthiness.

Or maybe levels of awesome are not that high, I just have no other comparison?

MAH MAH MAH I SHOULD DO PHILOSOPHY.

EXCEPT PHILOSOPHISING ABOUT MY OWN LIFE IS SHIT.

Ground hog year. Get here.

lisztomania

I also saw Blank last night.
It's funny being told what people think of you.

These are the things people don't like about me:
I hang out with my friends.
My friends blog.
My friends piss off other people.
'The core'.

Old post.

Also never got around to posting this.


Watching Rabbit Proof Fence.
Sometimes I really don't like being Australian.

I feel like I spend my time protecting the people in my family from each other.
I am really tired.