This loneliness...

This loneliness is eating me up. I need to know that you will save me before I'm gone. Promise me.


"You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you."

I seem to be stuck...

I seem to be stuck. Lost. I don't know how it turned out this way. I wasn't always this way. It seems as if I have dug myself a hole in which I could hide. This hole in which I find myself is dark. It is cold... lonely. I don't know how to break free. No matter what I do. No matter what I tell myself, I am stuck.

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Who is to say that I am not good enough?
Who is to judge me without knowing me?

I find it absolutely ridiculous that a person may decide whether they are fond of someone merely based on their appearance. Since when has a person's exterior become the gateway to their interior?

"Never judge a book by its cover"

That is what they say...yet when is the last time I have heard that saying? Two years ago? Five years ago?

I may not truthfully say that I am not superficial. I am only human. However I refuse to be mean to a person just because they are not of the same status as I am, or in my group of friends. We are all human.

Resurrected Journal

The following are excerpts of my journal:

As for love...
I do not have it.
I search for it,
I hope to find it.
I hope to hold on to it.

I have a body. It is a work of art. Everybody is a work of art. My breasts may be small, I may be slim and I may have a few scars, but I am beautiful. I will embrace my beauty, as should you.

I had a dream about him. He was rude, yet sweet. Inexperienced, yet professional. Awkward, yet adorable. Everyone has their flaws, but I'll accept yours. Please accept mine.

Yours truly,
Katherine


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On a side note, I bought a few books from amazon. I'm so excited to read them.

Nostalgic Moment

I was looking back at a past blog I used to have, and I came across this post:


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Freedom
We have the freedom to say what we want, right?
We have the freedom to have our own opinions, right?
Do we really think for ourselves?
Think about it, just for a second...
We're born, we have no knowledge, we're there to learn however, the first people to shove images in our minds are our parents. Hopefully they'll do a good job...
After that, it's our friends and maybe our teachers...
Then along came the media... once we reach adolescence, we are influenced by the celebrities, the whos who and what or whatever.

So, I'm wondering, is this who i really am? Or am I merely imitations of the people I see?

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Currently, I know who I am, what I like, my hobbies, etc. I find it funny since we studied this in Intro to psychology, anthropology and sociology. It's called "Identity vs. Role Confusion". I am no longer confused. :)

Oh, I started using my new camera.

Bienvenue à la nostalgie

Welcome, welcome all.

I have decided to finally create a blog as a means of releasing tension, expressing myself, etc.
One may say that there's a diary for that, but I have my own diary/journal already, however none of that will find it's way here. ;)

A little introduction:
My name is Katherine. I am currently 17 years old, obviously I'm in highschool. Highschool is a bore, sometimes. I'm just grateful that I have great friends, or else that place would be a complete bore. What else can I say?



My parents went to Saint-Maarten. They said that they wanted to buy an Nikon D90. I'm just hoping that they'll come back with a camera!