||[Jun. 22nd, 2006|03:27 am]
girls aren't just cute and cuddly.. they poop too!
Hey, I'm Katherine! Here's my story: okay, so nobody at elementary school would let me get a drink of water [though I ran races and stuff...and usually won 'um...] and the water at home tasted really bad. One day, maybe at the age of six, I was in the bathroom for like an hour...I had this piece that was thick and curling at the bottom of the bowl. I tried everything but it just wouldn't break off, so I tried letting it go, and it all zipped right back in, hurting like hell. Sense then I've grown heavily suicidal from the pain, actually contemplating what the breifest cinarios would be. At like eleven I started pulling it out with my fingers. I'll be sixteen soon and my parents don't know I still do that, but I swear I won't stop. I'm also a heavy water-freak and drink an average of two 1/2 gallons of it a day. It takes forever to scrub the smell off my right pointer finger [the one I've been using sense that fateful day once upon a time.] I still don't know if I'm completely over that incident at six years old. ...And that's my life's story.|