meI'm Kaytee, or whatever you want to call me. I'm really just a girl who sees nothing for herself, but only through a literary atmosphere, and I am dangerous because I have deceived myself into sincerity. I mistook my sensuality for romantic emotion; my vacillation for the artistic temperament.



I can’t handle half of my schedule being AP classes. It’s honestly just an anxiety attack waiting to happen. I hate how stupid scheduling is at my school. Ugh, this is honestly just the worst, let me tell you.