Kat dynamite

Nostalgia is denial of the painful present.
I’ve always thought that maybe one day, my life will be like I wanted it to be.
It didn’t took me long to see that thatwas not going to happen. I have always felt, like I didn’t belong here; in this time. I don’t seem to adjust to this new era. I miss the old times, which I neverreally knew, but that I could imagine.
I’ve always had a clean perception of myself. Most people, seem lost trying o figure out who they are. But why should we care?Deep down, we know.
I’m only sixteen years old now. And even I know, with my short life experience how harsh life can be. How much does it cost us to found happiness?Why badly do we want to be accepted?
How much do we want to be loved, and we just seem to be all alone, but we never really are.
This is not, some of those booksthat help people. This is kind of a journal.
Of my life.
I know, I know. How boring is going to be to read some teen age girl journal? If you want to, you can justjudge the book and close it. Come on. If you don’t want to read my history nobody is making you.
Maybe, this book won’t be a movie. Maybe you can tell your friendsabout it, and no one will know what you are talking about.
But do you really care? I don’t.
If you are going to read this, because somebody is making you, youbetter close the damn book right know.
I want people to read this because they enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing.
So, if you are reading this by your own will,good for you mate.
I’m so happy for you, and I hope I won’t disappoint you.



A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal.