Kittykath21

I am your neighborhood whore of self-assurance. I am your lock-lipped student. I am every angst-ridden teenager, every heart-aching mother, every boy with a bass guitar. And I am a writer. I know the strength of the pen and the impact of digital words. I’ll tell you of abandonment that I’ve never suffered, of love never lost, and touch I’ve never felt. I know the sensation of inspiration struck at midnight, of swallowing native ideas, of embracing a language of words never spoken. I’m every sick child you picked on, every boy you cheated on, every adolescent brave enough to pick up a pen, every person who had the guts eno

I am your neighborhood whore of self-assurance. I am your lock-lipped student. I am every angst-ridden teenager, every heart-aching mother, every boy with a bass guitar. And I am a writer. I know the strength of the pen and the impact of digital words. I’ll tell you of abandonment that I’ve never suffered, of love never lost, and touch I’ve never felt. I know the sensation of inspiration struck at midnight, of swallowing native ideas, of embracing a language of words never spoken. I’m every sick child you picked on, every boy you cheated on, every adolescent brave enough to pick up a pen, every person who had the guts eno