This is a Journal of what goes on inside the mind of a Bipolar/Hypochondriac/Social-Outcast like Kaytee.
Aren’t i cute.
People of the world. I’m Kaytee/Kat/Kev. I have many names.
- I judge whether i like foods by their texture
- I get bored of my hair easily, But i have a genuine love for red hair
- I diagnose myself with things far too often
- I shout inappropriate things and instantly wonder why i did so afterwards
- I dislike racism along with many other isms.
- I am a Vegetarian, Brought up from birth as one [had a 3/4 year period trying out meat]
- I love everyone, But i can be nasty if there’s a good reason to be.
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Going through old pictures on my family pc.
Here’s myself at one of my best friends’ house when i was probably 14/15.
I find the shot of him at 01:50 so adorable, Makes me grin MAJORLY every time i watch it :D
And so it began..
I previously had myself a Bloggr, Blog-spot and Ning account. Well I’ve decided to transfer as there are so many people on here sharing their memories and opinions it is much easier than those sites.
So i’m Kaytee..
I live in the English Countryside, Beautiful place; So much to do.
Beaches, Woodlands, One of the top tourism hot spots in the UK.
That’s the only trouble, we live off tourism down here, not much business otherwise. But it really is an amazing place once you learn to appreciate it.
I’m your average dreamer, I don’t pay hardly any attention to reality, reality is so dull, so sombre. The world right now is full of disasters, though more so than before i have noticed the beauty in the world. I still prefer to make up my stories as i go along.
I could lie and tell you.. I’m the daughter of a high-reputed Pirate, His name; Long John Marshall. During battle i was tossed into the rough waters of the sea and washed up by the Cornish tide. I’ve been living in the home of a kind elderly couple ever since, however the kind couple are keeping a secret from me, i’ve recently found they are minions of the rival pirate that threw me from my own ship, and are keeping me hostage. My father still hasn’t found me.
Doesn’t that sound amazing?
Sounds better than ‘Hi i am Kaytee, I am a middle class child, Living in an isolated area. I have too many problems so i tell stories to make it all better’
It’s not lying, and who would believe me if i told them anyway?
So this is me.