Dear Future Katy, T and I are going to move to Scotland. It’s unofficially official. We have our hearts set on our big plan and preparation is underway. Preparation sucks. Its so much fun looking on Rightmove at potential properties, researching neighborhoods and trying to master the accent (That’s mostly T, he’s starting to get […]Read More Do you have big plans?
Dear Future Katy, I feel like I am on fire. Not the ‘dang girl, I’m getting so much shit done, go me *clicks fingers* kind of on fire. The rage type. I can’t stop it. My anger bursts and I can’t control it. I know I’m getting frustrated and mad for no reason. I know […]Read More Do you manage to put the flames out?
Dear Future Katy, You know what I miss about living in Needham? It’s being able to look up and see the stars. While living in Ipswich has its perks; being only a ten minute walk away from Primark and being able to have takeaways delivered that isn’t just Dominos, Is the light pollution worth it? […]Read More Do you ever look up at the stars?
Ahh.. Nothing like a warm bath to make everything seem better. After boiling numerous vats of hot water on the hob; I concocted my own special brand of bubbles ( 1/4 a lush comforter bar (pink of course) half a Wilko peach and mango bomb (blue and purple) a couple of handfuls of lavender Epsom […]Read More Do you still dream of being a mermaid?
Dear Future Katy, I’m getting really fucking tired of this. How many more times am I going to have to mop my own blood off the floor, or change my bedsheets because I’ve cut myself whilst in a dissociative state, and blacked out Katy didn’t even have the god damn decency to clean up her […]Read More Do you remember what you did last night?
Dear Future Katy, I’ve been alone. We’ve all been alone. Being alone can be nurturing for the soul, a time to process and rejuvenate. Being lonely is a whole different ball game. For me, it starts with a physical feeling. A heavy neck, like some great force is pushing my head down (I know where […]Read More Do you ever feel lonely?
Dear Future Katy, It’s all gone a wee bit shit. I’m 22, homeless, penniless and gone so fucking nutty that you could spread me on toast with some strawberry jam. This time last year, I was racing around Europe, fuelled by my love for adventure and cheap beer. And now I’m sitting on a broken […]Read More Do you regret your adventures?
Dear Future Katy, Why have I spent the evening curled up on my living room floor sobbing? Honestly, what did I gain out of that? Oh right yeah, the incentive to write to you! Cup of tea in hand, time to chat to the only person who actually knows it’s going to be okay. I’ve been chatting […]Read More Do you have a pet Alpaca?