Someday...you will find me.
I don't like change. I never have. I like being - comfortable, and knowing things. Change is the scariest fucking thing to go through, because it happens so often and so quicky.
It's like when you pull the plug by accident in the bath. All of a sudden there's this swishing, gurgling noise and the water is slipping away around you. All that warmth down the drain. You are suddenly aware of the cold draft creating thousands of goosebumps on the parts of you no longer submerged. You reach to put the plug back it but the tubs slippery, your hands are wet, and you're working so quickly to try and stop all that water from disappearing that you aren't concentrating hard enough and it takes longer than normal to put it back.
By then, the bath is half empty. Naturally you fill it back up. But this water is new, different. It's clear, unlike the soap filled water from before. It's also warmer, as it hasn't had a change to mix with the cooler air in the room. The water is foreign and different and it changes every sensation you had from before. But alas, sooner or later the water all mixes together and that comfort and relaxation returns. There isn't a way to separate the old from the new - it becomes one.
I've accepted change recently. And I figured, hell - I can't just embrace it a little bit. I have to loose my change 'virginity' and re-do my life.
So with that being said, recently I chopped off all my long hair. Saturday at 1:00AM I let some 14-year-olds colour my hair, and the results are SEX. I'm making new friends, something I don't do very often nor very well. I've been less stressed out lately and I'm taking trivial things less seriously. I re-arranged the furniture in my room on a whim. The bed is now beneath the window and it's perfect for looking outside at the stars. There's also more room for dancing...haha. I've stashed my Senses Fail CD back in it's case for awhile, I need to listen to something else. I took most of my childhood nicknacks off the shelf and now have six shoeboxes of junk in my closet. I'm less shy, I even talked to the prettiest boy I've ever seen the other day. I have a new favourite movie: Dirty Dancing - Havana Nights and oh how I do heart Diego Luna.
So, ladies and gents, I guess you could assume that Katelyn isn't the same Katelyn you knew a week ago. But I think, change is good. I've been needing this for along time.
I'm going to have an un-birthday party sometime after my actual birthday. Because seventeen is going to be sweeter than sixteen ever was. <3
It still looks red because I didn't use a dark enough brown. My cam is pretty bad, but basically it's browish with black underneath and black chunks on top.
So, whatcha think?
~ Just me [With improvments.]
...Oh, and if you like the old me better - send her a postcard and she'll eat your heart out.
It's like when you pull the plug by accident in the bath. All of a sudden there's this swishing, gurgling noise and the water is slipping away around you. All that warmth down the drain. You are suddenly aware of the cold draft creating thousands of goosebumps on the parts of you no longer submerged. You reach to put the plug back it but the tubs slippery, your hands are wet, and you're working so quickly to try and stop all that water from disappearing that you aren't concentrating hard enough and it takes longer than normal to put it back.
By then, the bath is half empty. Naturally you fill it back up. But this water is new, different. It's clear, unlike the soap filled water from before. It's also warmer, as it hasn't had a change to mix with the cooler air in the room. The water is foreign and different and it changes every sensation you had from before. But alas, sooner or later the water all mixes together and that comfort and relaxation returns. There isn't a way to separate the old from the new - it becomes one.
I've accepted change recently. And I figured, hell - I can't just embrace it a little bit. I have to loose my change 'virginity' and re-do my life.
So with that being said, recently I chopped off all my long hair. Saturday at 1:00AM I let some 14-year-olds colour my hair, and the results are SEX. I'm making new friends, something I don't do very often nor very well. I've been less stressed out lately and I'm taking trivial things less seriously. I re-arranged the furniture in my room on a whim. The bed is now beneath the window and it's perfect for looking outside at the stars. There's also more room for dancing...haha. I've stashed my Senses Fail CD back in it's case for awhile, I need to listen to something else. I took most of my childhood nicknacks off the shelf and now have six shoeboxes of junk in my closet. I'm less shy, I even talked to the prettiest boy I've ever seen the other day. I have a new favourite movie: Dirty Dancing - Havana Nights and oh how I do heart Diego Luna.
So, ladies and gents, I guess you could assume that Katelyn isn't the same Katelyn you knew a week ago. But I think, change is good. I've been needing this for along time.
I'm going to have an un-birthday party sometime after my actual birthday. Because seventeen is going to be sweeter than sixteen ever was. <3
It still looks red because I didn't use a dark enough brown. My cam is pretty bad, but basically it's browish with black underneath and black chunks on top.
So, whatcha think?
~ Just me [With improvments.]
...Oh, and if you like the old me better - send her a postcard and she'll eat your heart out.