Katerina N.

I'm back... sort of... kind of... maybe....

•Me at School: Our lives have only just started.
          •Me at Home: Everything will be okay in the end.
          •Me with My Friends: Sometimes I really just want to high-five you, in the face, with a chair.
          •Me with My Sister: I don't know, Mom, am I?
          •Me with Myself: .......

Since when did I have to answer the question "What is your Indian name then?" when I tell people I'm Native American, not white? Like do I really need to prove my heritage because I'm pale?
          
          
          (It's Keezheekoni, btw)

I'm writing this boss story, but when I try to re-write it on here, my mind literally goes:
          What the hell are these things on the page? Words? Yeah, what the hell do they do?

*Throws M&M's at pedestrians*
          "SCREW THE RAINBOW!"

Hanging out with @grungebabies :P

Hey guys, I need some help. I'm totally freaked and scared, stressed out, and going mad. Like bad insanity mad. I just need something to help.

Writer's block sucks. Help.

I have been listening to the Disney station on Pandora, and let me just say- there is a limited amount of Disney songs. It is so sad, but after a few hours, it starts repeating. It's so sad.

Life is looking rough for me. Still, I'm pushing through. I'm a fighter, and no one and no thing will get in my way. I need to be free, and if you're a chain, get ready. I'm using everything I've got.