Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this
still life.

- I'm Catrice. I'm 17 years old. I'm clinically crazy. Writing saved my life. Literally.

DATE: june 2nd, 2011
TIME: 8:00 pm
FEELING: entertained ;)
DOING: using mibba for the first time in a YEAR.
LISTENING TO: my mind.
UPDATE: I'm back!

I Like: painting, acting, and sports (field hockey goalie; basketball cheerleader)
I Hate: judgement. liars. backstabbers. people with their heads so far up their asses that they can't see the fact that they're just like everyone else through all of their bullshit.
Music: Mariana's Trench, Paramore, Passion Pit, Taylor Swift, Imogen Heap, Say Anything, Mika, Blink 182, Owl City, Ke$ha, and sooo much more.
- I've been in love once. I've felt butterflies twice. I've had my heart broken half a dozen times. I've been let down countless ammounts. But I still live. I still laugh. I still love.
- I'll kick a pebble and tell you that I don't give a fuck, but when I can't look you in the eye, you'll know I'm lying. You'll know I care.
- I'll clench my fists and bite my lip so that I can't cry.
- I'll make you laugh and talk you down, even if I'm at my whit's end.