I'm Katie.
It's five o'clock in the morning,
conversation got boring.
You said you're going to bed soon,
so I snuck off to your bedroom.
And I thought I'd just wait there
until I heard you come up the stairs.
And I pretended I was sleeping,
and I was hoping you would creep in
with me.
I'm eighteen years old, a senior, and ready to get my life started. Next year I'll be a nursing student in Boston. My style is that I don't have a style; I'll wear absolutely whatever I like. I can read your palm and your tarot cards, and I bake killer cupcakes. It doesn't take much for me to be happy or have a good time.
AIM; heyyy katieee
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