I used to live my life within this journal, but now I've found I can wander outside of it and be alright. Almost all of my entries are Friends Only so if you would like to view them, comment me & I will most likely add you. I never really expect anyone to read this, sometimes I find that typing out all of my emotions makes them flow more smoothly then if I write them. A lot of times I won't explain things in-depth & I tend to ramble-like I am right now-so if you do read, bear with me. Anyways, I'm Katy Lane. I'm a human rainbow who is in love with music & is dying to escape her current town. I sell lots of books [at the B&N] and take lots of pictures. Currently, I'm going to a community college, but I hope to be able to transfer out ASAP, hopefully to another state. Or maybe even another country. I don't really care about what I end up doing with my life, as long as I can always pursue my passions & stay happy. Screw the "American Dream." I don't think I've ever typed so much in an About Me, yet I still haven't even begun to cover it. =]
P.S. I hate this username, but I am emotionally attached to this journal. I made it my freshmen year of high school when I thought everything was worth destroying myself over and I incorrectly used the word "depressed" all the time. Don't you just despise that phase?
I dreamt of a fever, one that would cure me of this cold winter-sick heart. With heat to melt these frozen tears, and burned with reasons as to carry on. Into these twisted months I plunge without a light to follow, but I swear that I would follow anything. Just get me out of here.
Well you get 6 months to adapt. And you get 2 more to leave town. And in the event that you do adapt, we still might not want you around.
But I fell for the promise of a life with a purpose but I know that that's impossible now. So I drink to stay warm & to kill selected memories cuz I just can't think anymore about that or about her tonight.
Well I give myself 3 days to feel better or else I swear I'll drive right off a fucking cliff, cuz if I can't learn to make myself feel better, how can I expect anyone else to give a shit?
And I scream for the sunlight or a car to take me anywhere, just get me past this dead and eternal snow. Cuz I swear that I'm dying-slowly but it's happening. And if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere, just take me there.
Lie to me and say "It's gonna be alright, Yeah, you worry too much kid, It's gonna be alright."