That's the name she would introduce herself as when she was a child.
Not because she liked cats. Dogs are much preferred. But because Cat Stevens was her favorite artist when she was a mere fifth grader.
Also, she thought it gave her class.
Her name is Kat Stratford.
That's because she wishes she had the guts to flash Mr. Chapin to get Heath Ledger out of detention.
Freak, she wishes she had the guts to get sent to detention.
You will discover her favorite color is gray. Because gray is overlooked. Gray is that other side of sometimes. Gray tried to choose but found it liked being alone the best.
You will hear ALL about how she fell in love with him in a year and he fell out of love with her in a day. She apologizes profusely in advance for this. Here it is: Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Seriously. Sorry.
You will know all about her slutty underwear. Really. You will.
You will find that she is more afraid of dying a virgin than dying young. How all the sudden she thinks more about sex than how the hell she is going to get into heaven.
You will see how her favorite words are in a feud. Which one is better? Broken or Beautiful? Or does Bitch just take the trophy? And oh, the word Almost needs to die.
You will learn how she likes to kiss but hates to hold hands. How she puts her head on boys shoulders because it's one place she actually feels safe.
You will understand that the days she forgets to bring headphones to school are almost worse than the day that man knocked on her door.
You will read about how she hugs the toilet seat more than her mom. And presses her scarred cheek against that godforsaken bathroom floor more than her dads chest.
You will notice that she likes music more than she likes people. Actually, how she likes most things more than people. Except for those few she can't help but love with her whole damn heart.
She promises you will hear about all these things. Why? She always forgives, but she never forgets.
They always say: "you are the author of your own story..." But EVERYONE is the author of their own story. And my story clashes with yours. And your story falls in love with hers. And her story destroys his. And his story completely changed mine. And now? Now we are all scrawling on everyone elses ripped pages.
So Kat? She is the author of her story, but so are you. You are changing hers everyday. And she wants you* to know that.
And she, well, she is obviously me.
And this is my story that never was a story. This is my reality.
My name is Kat Stratford.
Reality Pertaining to Kat PLAYLIST: http://8tracks.com/herbrokenbehavior/reality-pertaining-to-kat
*Dear you: You are a specific person.
And I wish you would know that.
I like this. Way to be brave and throw it out there.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteBullshit or not. I'm coming back here.
Favorite line:
"How all the sudden she thinks more about sex than how the hell she is going to get into heaven."
Pretty.