Who's going to read this? Probably no one I know. Why am I writing it? Because I want to, because I can. Because I want to get it out of my mind and onto something semi-tangible. Even though you can't touch the fucking internet.
My name is Katie. I am a person. My body is a vessel. It acts out what I want to do, and where I want to go. It's what I use to physically do things. Who I hang out with, who I kiss with, what I travel in, etc. I am more than just my physical self. I am a ball of energy, a conscience. Something that has desires, goals, thoughts, wishes, endeavours. And I truly believe the world is my oyster. Sometimes a shitty, rotte