katie's blog

oh no guess who remembered their tumblr information after a year

just remembered that i have tumblr and the first post i see is about mental illness lmao 

no one said moving out was going to be easy but god living on my own is tearing me apart and i just want to go away.

really just had a mental breakdown over how i certain texture felt on my body, ended up changing my outfit twelve times. the final result? sweatpants and a black t-shirt... what a waste of a good breakdown 

where can i find that one post that says “if i cut off my right buttcheek then ill just be left behind” because i miss that a lot. 

being in a non-toxic relationship for the first time in years is such a relief. 

couldn’t be me vibing to harry style’s cover of girl crush by little big town for no absolute reason and getting in my feels despite my happy relationship <3

My girlfriend PROMISED me that she was NOT going to share her the embarrassing video I sent her of me speaking in a Russian accent with anyone, but you know who she showed it to? Her twelve year old little sister whom I have never met. So now, when I meet her baby sister, shes going to remember as Mother Russia lady and I am going to die when the rest of her family hears about it. 

might mess around and start watching The Backyardigans again to make up the childhood i lost out on (also to sing the theme song- that songs fire)

No one reads my blog anyways and at this point, it is simply a diary for everything that I cannot say. So, for starters, I’m hella freaking proud of myself. I might fall back into toxic habits again, but as of now, I’m really content with myself. I have an amazing group of friends and though my home life is terrible right now, my friends make it worth the while. I just got off of a Zoom call with my former Professor about getting my book published and he thinks that I should shoot farther than only publishing on Amazon. He thinks I can do better than that, and while he was not discouraging me, he told me to publish through magazines and gave me people to contact about the other routes that I could take. For once, I kind of feel like everything is going to be alright. I’m not worried about relationships, or losing people, and I haven’t felt the urge to harm myself in 40 days. I’m kinda proud of myself, and I might regret saying all of this later on if things do not go as planned-- but right now, all is well. Everything is content.