Oh, I thought you were dead.

INTRODUCTIONS.

I’m Katie, I’m too big for my own liking. I wish I was small and dainty and frail. Then people would protect me, it would be nice.

Boys don’t like girls any more, and they certainly don’t like me. I’m okay with that, boys aren’t nice. Once I thought I was a lesbian but my lesbian encounters turned me off lesbians and now I’m not a lesbian at all.

I’m chronologically retarded, and chronically depressed. I shave my arms because I can.

I like scars, I like them a lot. I like inky boys and scarred women.

I want to marry someone, I don’t even mind who.

This is my face:

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