Having an actual conversation with people I love is kind of like pulling teeth.

Probs shouldn’t be that way yeah?

Love and fuckkkIjustwanttotalkandImissyouandIneedahug,

Kittie

After five…maybe even six long years…tomorrow…I will finally see my favorite band in concert.

/EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

can’tsleeptooexcite.

Love and EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE,

Kittie

I said I was going to bed.

But I feel sick, and I’m thinking too much, and I tried to clean my room and I couldn’t.

And now I’m laying in bed watching Hatchet.

Love and KaneHodder,

Kittie

I need to like…talk at someone.

So many words in my head and my heart and I can’t get them out to make sense of them.  They’re so damn personal.  Slowly going bonkers.

Love and Word(th)less,

Kittie