I’m sorry about what happened. You came on so quickly and I had just gotten out of the mental ward after spending two weeks in there with people who were way more disturbed than I was. I needed some time to decompress. Meeting you in person was just too much for me to handle at that time. I know that if circumstances had been different I would have fallen madly in love with you. It just wasn’t in the cards.
So I cleaned out my Facebook friends list recently. No more drug addicts, crazies or drama cases. I need a good ten years rest from drama. Time to do some majik!
Thank you for carrying me.
I can still feel those rotten molars. Crazy.
Beyoncé pretty much sums up The Age of Katherine. Not many spirits know about me and how integral I am to this reality, but those who do are cherished.
He’s the one chasing me, I’m not looking him up. He’s obviously the one having trouble letting go. Unfortunately for me, I’m a channeler, so I have to feel his bullshit.
“I know one million ways to always pick the wrong fantasy.”
For Eugene: The difference between me and my brother Kevin is that I don’t feel alienated from black folk. The Jeffersons it is.
I am going to fuck you up so bad you’ll never mess with another woman.
I have a supernatural stalker. I really don’t know what he wants from me.
You put the suggestion into me that I should quit smoking. I did it. What you came to do was accomplished. There’s no reason for you to continue stalking me. Haven’t seen you in over a year. There’s no reason for me to see you ever again.