My name is Kat and I am eightteen years old and live in the USA. I don't know where I'm going or what I'm doing or who is coming with me; all I know is that I'm running short on hope. I'm a mess.

In saying that, text posts are usually filled with depressing or enraged words and almost always under a read more.

Sending me an ask, even on anon, is entirely supported.

"How did you know this is what you wanted to do forever?"
"Simple: it feeds my heart."