Katherine

It’s hard saying good-bye to someone who you thought was a friend. Especially if it’s the second time.

But, because it’s the second time around, you almost expected it to happen. You were waiting for the one thing you did or said to set the person off, and it happened. 

That one person who you cared enough about to get in to contact with, once again left you. But they left you with negativity.

Their parting words were full of hate and poison, almost as much as the last time they left. They left by saying that you never changed, and your life will be horrible...but is it really?

I’m happy. Of course I have my ups and downs, some more than others, but at the end of the day I feel happy and truly blessed for who I’m with and what I have. And I’m making progress. It’s slow, but it’s still progress to me.

So when I first read your messages, I felt like crying. I felt like curling up in bed, and crying in to my Pikachu pillow. But I stopped myself. I thought, “Hey, this is literally the same way it ended last time.” Why submit myself to that kind of negativity from the same person again? Why put myself through that kind of punishment again, when I did nothing wrong?

It’s time to move on, finally. That part of my life is gone. Done. I shouldn’t have tried being friends again in the first place, but that’s my mistake. One I definitely won’t make again.

I don’t know about anyone else, but to me, you don’t automatically get respect just because you’re a parent. If you’ve mentally and emotionally abused your child or someone else, and don’t feel remorse or even apologize about it, you don’t deserve respect.

In my senior Journalism class, we had a week to come up with 3 pitch ideas that we would submit to a publication of our choice (magazine, newspaper, social media site). We just had to submit our pitches by email to our professor, and that was it (or so I thought).

I came up with my three ideas that I would pitch to Buzzfeed, and emailed them to the professor.

Not even 20 minutes later, she emailed me back saying she loved my ideas, wanted to polish them over with me, and then she wants me to SUBMIT THEM TO BUZZFEED. Buzzfeed. Buzz. Feed. She even called me out during class to tell the class about my story ideas....and I literally wanted to crouch under the table, but I was very humbled :P

I had the weirdest dream last night... (and about 98% of the time I can remember my dreams clearly..I still remember some from when I was a kid)

I was in some sort of store, walking around with a cart full of stuff I had already bought, then for some reason I walked away from my cart to go look at some stuff for sale on a table. 

When I came back, the cart was gone, but all the stuff I had bought was thrown out of the cart on to the floor. I looked around and noticed my grandmother speed-walking away with the cart I had! (It’s a dream....I could sense it was my cart)

It’s so weird, but I have A LOT of memories from my childhood, apparently more than some people. I could be sitting with a friend, th remember a childhood memory.

I remember in high school, I was with my cousin. I remembered something from when were in elementary school. I turned to him and was like, “Do you remember that time when we were racing each other to get to the coffee cup that was on the ground? (The coffee cup was considered the finish line) You got there before me, and you stomped on the cup, and old coffee came splashing out on to your leg.” My cousin stared at me weird and said, “No. How can you remember these things!?” 

I actually did this often enough, that my cousin and a couple of my friends would always tease me and say, “Do you guys remember that time...” in a weird voice.

I can actually remember the first time I swore. It wasn’t dramatic or in slow motion like in A Christmas Story “Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuudddddgggggeeee.”

I was about 5, and I was sitting on the livingroom floor watching an episode of Mr. Bean (I laughed at everything he did). I remember my dad was standing behind me and watching it as well.

Bean took his shoe off and set it on top of the car he was standing beside. 

I turned and asked my dad, “Why did he do that?”

To which my dad replied, “I don’t know, I’m watching the same thing as you.”

Then when the car drove away with Bean’s shoe on it, a big ‘ol “Fuck.” came right out of my mouth.

My dad stared down at me. “What did you just say?”

Needless to say, I got in big trouble and was sent to my room in tears.

Red, green, and orange heads peek out over the city

Their fallen leaves become whispered messages carried on the cool breeze

Chubby girl problems: no matter where I go, if I get even remotely warm, my face turns in to a burnt tomato.

Person: Hey, are you blushing?

Did anyone else give emotions to inanimate objects as a kid?

I forgot my teddy bear in my parents’ van one night and I cried because I thought Fluffy would hate me for leaving him in there. 

And whenever it came time to go through my old toys and stuff, I would get upset because my toys would feel upset like in the Toy Story movies.