There is a reason why no one likes you...

Maybe it's me, maybe it's not, but see, I've noticed a lot of people you've interacted with don't like you. Why? Well, from what I could tell, you're a dumb ass bitch. You like to pretend you're all that and you're nothing but an arrogant son of a bitch.

All the people who used to be your friend, including me, don't like you. So you know what? I don't hold grudges because karma is a bigger bitch than I will ever choose to be.

You've burnt all your bridges. The help you got from us, yeah, that was mostly me. I talked him into helping you because I felt sorry for your dumb ass and then you turned around and backstabbed me like that. Guess what? Now you have no friends. How does it feel to be a fat lonely bastard? Runnin my mouth? You haven't seen running mouth yet. If you want me to run my mouth, I will tell EVERYONE I meet about you and show pics of you so they know who/what to avoid if you mess with me.

You do not own me...

You tried to turn us against a friend of ours, but it didn't work, and you owe us a LOOOT of money. You're ignorant, dumb, stupid, and useless. The friends you tried to turn us against have done no wrong. Who am I to judge? They do nothing but cheer us up, and here you are, telling people shit about me. People I do not know. Don't get me wrong, I got you back by telling a friend about you, but this doesn't matter. You don't matter. You were never a friend. You're only out there for what benefits you. This is why no one likes you. Everyone who has ever met you always has something negative to say about you, WHY? Because you bring it upon yourself. Your increments that you are to pay us will be no less than $250. No less, and there will be no friendship and no kindness, for it is impossible to feel kindness for someone who is disgusting and disgraceful as you.

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I can remember those old days when we were kids, playing outside, be it an imaginary game or on a bike. Those were times where the only worries you had were if you were late getting home and you had to worry about mama grounding you or dad giving you the "talk".

Nowadays, you have bills, food expenses, work, health issues, and all that to worry about. Oh yeah, don't forget you getting envious, maybe envious or jealous isn't the word. No, down right pissed off that someone else might have it better.

People who care give you advice. "Go back to school, it will get better". They know because they've been there, but you still can't help but get frustrated because you were taken out of your comfort zone and tossed to the world and now you have to learn how to deal with it and all of it's stress.

You see children playing with their friends outside and you reminisce about those days when you used to do the same. You see people outside walking their dogs and you remember back when yours was still around, you used to do the same.

You still contact old friends, but things have changed, people change as they grow older. They still talk to you, but it seems that you and them are two totally different souls. Not that it's a bad thing, but you just need to catch up more.

You look at old photos and wish and want those good times to fall right back into your lap for just one last time, but you know you will never get that wish, so you hold on to that memory in your mind.

You live on not being understood by many. People think you have a mental disability because you're extra friendly or you tend to focus on one thing moreso than others. That doesn't mean you have a mental handicap. It just means you like certain things a lot.

People tell you that you're obsessive, but really, you just latch on to whoever will listen because you so desperately want that. You want to be heard. You want to be accepted. You're tired of being pushed away by everyone.

You hold on to your youth. You hold on to your happiness. You know it will come again. You have to be patient, because you know things are going to be alright.

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You will be fine

Řεɱεɱϐεя...

Those who are around you love you.

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You....Are....Not...Alone....

Blame it on the ghosts

Shit happens.

Karma is biting some people. Other people are getting their lives together. I'm in a limbotic state. There are no places to go, I know no one here. I want to know people, I want to have places, but its hard to let go. I'm not gonna forget those I have back at home. I never left them behind because when you leave something behind, you forget about it. My friends will never be forgotten.

I have a wedding that I'm planning, a birthday party for Greggy, and all this I need to figure out how to take off work to do them.

Nostalgia sparks the story

Found a song I used to listen to a lot in my beloved 2008. I loved 2008. That was when I was happiest.

I'm gonna switch the story a bit. Rosalie is the main character who goes through various things in the story. From losing people closest to her to her own struggles.

I'm trying to take this to a new level.

My story will be called "Through Rosalie's eyes" As soon as I get some of it typed up, I will post.

WTF

Man, that had to be one of the most fucked up dreams I have ever had. Okay, in this dream, me and Greggy were living in the house I grew up in. (moved when my parents divorced and sold the house.) and we were looking for ghosts and the livingroom had this big picture window in it in the dream (in real life, it did not have this window on the side of the house, the picture window over looked the porch instead in real life)

Well, it was night time, the moon was bright and from what I remember, and I remember this clearly, Greggy looked to me and said "When the moon reaches the ghostly image around it, then the apparitions will be more active." Actually, paranormal activity is most active during thunderstorms because the electricity gives them enough energy to manifest themselves.)

Then I walked to my brothers room and he had some Coronas on a shelf (shitty beer. You wouldn't see me doing this in real life. Ew. Also I don't think he drinks Corona, but I could be wrong.) the beer surprisingly tasted good. My brother was like "WTF, stay out of my beer"

Then he went outside and I locked him out. LOL XD

Then it switches to me and two friends, we were playing around in coffee while dancing in the kitchen. (my mom would have thrown a fit had we really done that. Though there was this one time when I lived there two of my friends set the porch on fire and was dancing around it and my mom pulled up in the drive way and was like "HEY! WTF?? Put that out NOW!")

Yay for fucked up dreams.

From enemy to ally. Rekindled friendships = WIN

So we started talking to an old friend again. This is good news because for the longest time, we have been on the outs with this person and now we're cool again. See, he met us back in 2004, and in 2006-2007 was around the time we had our falling out. We've since matured and grown up and all of us settled our differences and put them behind us. This makes me a happy Kitteh because we missed joking around with our good friend. Now we can do so once again.

Things are going to change around here. Yes they are.

I have plans. Things will change. This may hurt me but I need to lose weight. I want new clothes. I want the house to be more organized. I want more money. I want a career.

These are my goals.

9-24-11 is the magical date

I will be getting married on this date. I plan on it being the best day in the world. It will be the day that all my dreams come true. My prince will become my king. And I will be his queen. And our house, the place we live, will be our throne.

Granted, the place we're getting married at is a mansion, so I will feel like royalty anyways simply because I view myself and my love as royalty.

You are my everything my love

You are my everything. You are my world. You are my hero. You are my support. You are my protection. You are my security. You are the one I confide in. You are the only one who knows my deepest secrets. You are the one who has taken me every place I've ever wanted to go. You are my inspiration. You are my life. You are my love.

I love you.

About Ms. Kitty

Hello there, I am Ms. Kitty. I'm 23 years old and I live in a small apartment in a small town that is located in a small state. I am inside your computer. Upon reading this, you can gather that I don't really care what people think, I am who I am and I love cats, I am an artist, and I like music.

I am also engaged to get married to the greatest guy in the world. I LOVE HIM!!!

Some say I am introverted, others say I have "mental issues", but I don't give a damn. Haters gonna hate on Ms. Kitty cause they're jealous.

I am a southern GEORGIA peach! I come from southwest GAWGA! That's right, I'm southern and I shall show you some of my southern hospitality. Get off mah property or I'mma shoot. LOLOLOL

I'm a gamer. I love to play video games.

I'm also an internet junkie who lives on the computer. There is not much else to know about me, but if you have questions, ask away.

CATS CATS CATS CATS!!!!!

All of the cats in these photos belong to me. The last photo was one I made. The first one is Milo, my stuffed animal kitty, the second one is my beloved Isabel. The third one was Gizmo and Angel. (Gizzy is the big white one and Angel the kitten. RIP Gizzy.)

This is my cat appreciation post. For those haters out there, if you don't like cats, then go away. I LOVE LOVE LOVE cats and kittens.

My eyeballs hurt

I think my body is tired. 5:30 in the morning, I think I'm sure my body is tired. Come now, off we go off the computer....

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or.....not.....this computer it has some kind of hold on me.... I can't stop posting....

Hellooooo

Hiii! This is my first blog! Wheeeeeee! It's 4:45 in the FUCKING morning and I'm still AWAKE! .......This isn't good for Kitteh. Kitteh should sleep...