I hate my sisterrr. I hate that I keep having nightmares. I hate how my fuxing Coraline book is missing. I'm so tired of begin bored and not having a job.
I'm Kathrine
I’m too complicated. I’m too dramatic. I’m too perceptive.
I don’t laugh enough, I don’t cry enough, I’m a bomb waiting to go off.
Remember this: I do not trust you.
You will never know everything about me and I will never want you to.
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I hate life.
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