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;Cause I still hope it's you following me. It'd make ¢.

I'm pretty sure I abandoned all chances of a lowkey life by signing up to hang out with the 'werewolves' in the Midwest and Carolinas, and like, the "amps" I was ALREADY rolling with are getting SUPER pissy with me about it because now I "smell funny" or something.

Why can't people name their secret clubhouses anything NORMAL these days? Like the "Pickwick Papers", from Little Women? That was a good group name.

I want them ALL to read a fucking book.

Also, I am DEFINITELY a country girl. Of course I was gonna go back to the woods and cornstalkers when the world restarted reset for the Age of Aquarius and everything. Sure, I wanna party, but like, home is where the heart (and hearth) is. And home is in my small town.. with my school friends, NOT my mother. She's actually pretty awful to me. Loves me. Treats me like dirt. She's got her own problems.

God, none of them even realize that nothing about being a 'monster' is special. It's like.. inbred in probably most small towns in America at this point. Speed, smarts, uncanny knack for sniffing out friends and foes and knowing where your people are at all times? Sounds like classic evolution of predators to me. Nobody ever GOES anywhere so nobody ever finds out.

Graham was right. "Vamps" like people that actually CALL themselves vampires IN PUBLIC are whiney bitches (he owns the The Crypt Bar in Seattle) and I AM getting nailed to a cross because of THEM. I swear, they're acting like I'm trying to take over their black power movement when really I'm like, hey, can we please stop NOT arresting all the scary men that threaten to skin and rape Kate? Telling the federal government I'm a Irish Catholic witch that FULLY expects the unions to give us our share of Camelot 2.0 or whatever they're cooking up is annoying enough. AND it's Spring and Easter time so the whole church is like, mega on my ass about keeping the network up because they're all calling "home" to talk to their dead family members like they do EVERY Easter.

I'm still trying to make my camp plans for summer. Don't know if I'm going to get out from under secret police house arrest by then, but I'm hoping. Hell, I'd like the SPD to stop trying to set me up as a fall guy from 2,000 miles away. They called claiming I was a witness to a "robbery" in Magnolia on like, the 21st of April. I've definitely been in Illinois for a month.

Can't get my building manager or the management company to talk to me about how stalky, mail tampering, and harassing he's been to me AND my roommate for the past six months. Or hey, can't get EITHER of my ex bosses (that are in their 30's and still being sexually inappropriate towards their early 20's assistants.. oh, and TOTALLY put spyware on my phone.) to leave me alone. Nor can I get them to intercede on my behalf and get the FBI to actually call me back because I've been approached by at least three different organizations CLAIMING to be the United States Federal Government and I'd like to know which one's telling the truth and which two are lying.

I'm ticked. NONE of these jerks ever actually see me in person other than you and Chad by the way. Like, they feel like they can be all up in my online and metaphysical, and friggin FAMILY business but nobody wants to actually.. you know, come take a day or two and meet me and let me trace their signature in my mind so we can bond or whatever. Nope, they just want me to love them quietly and from afar like some friggin groupie.

I'm very tired. Being far away from all of the stupid boys I bonded with, like actual physical distance makes me really tired and exhausted all the time. This is JUST like how I felt when I moved away from Woodstock the first time, but so much worse because I don't know.. Easter was weird. It's like I got the lowjack on my real pack and not just the one me and my friends came up with to play in when we were in school.

Everything hurts. I need you all.

Mostly you though Ben.

These are a bunch of people that don't even understand what a small town IS let alone who I am and how maybe, just maybe, they accidentally fucked themselves over by trying to screw around with me while I was in Seattle.

PLUS I KNOW I BONDED WITH YOU BEN. MR. "LET'S TOTALLY REENACT THAT JACOB BLACK THING FROM TWILIGHT". I'M SORRY. I WOULDN'T SAY IF IT I DIDN'T THINK IT'S TOTALLY TRUE.

I KNEW this was going to happen. I told Chloe the second you left, I was like "Something's going to happen in the next six months that's going to completely change this from being a 'and he went away and then came back and then they just went on a date again like normal people' story."

I don't want this. I completely accept it as a fact of my life and will not stop praying for all of these dumb bunnies that are violating my personal airspace with NO regards to either my feelings nor the consequences.

Since you came and left, I definitely got tagged by the feds, stalked, threatened by the Italians, the Chinese, and I've got Irish families trying to shiest their way into my family's "pot of gold" (which is just an old colloquialism for like, grandma's magic kettle cooking pot thing. It's an old wives tale, but it's like.. what we believe. So it's important to us you know. Plus, the Kennedys are totally trying to redo the whole "Camelot" thing and we're all like.. fine, but you're not screwing the rest of the green out of it this time. Ante up.)

Who ARE you?

You are something very special Benjamin Keller.. and babe, whether you want to admit it or not.. I wasn't on anybody's radar really until you kissed me. & I had been previously sleeping with like, four of the five branches of the military plus a Portland stud and almost once with a Saudi Prince (but then his call to prayer interrupted us a couple of times and we figured it was a sign.)

Oh, and League of Legends TOTALLY jacked my avatars. ALL of them. I'm SO TICKED. That's like.. complete infringement on my intellectual property and fanart.

But I learned how to rap. So I've got that going for me I guess?

Do you still not have internet up there in Dutch Harbor? That sucks. Or uh, if I'm just weird and you don't want to hear from me anymore you can really just tell me. I can take, promise. Wouldn't be the first time I've scared someone off. My life gets kind of intense, like, not bad or anything.. just very, interesting. I finally came into the Sight like my Grandma so I'm pretty sure everyone ELSE that's tuned into me is experiencing a bunch of deja vu based on my memories right now. Which I feel bad about.. 'cause there's A BUNCH of people that tuned in not knowing that was going to happen as soon as I turned 21. It's gonna settle down and I'm just gonna go back to being the dippy irish girl that always has the perfect book or line for every occasion. That's my Gift. Idk. People are being pretty culturally insensitive in my opinion to the fact that I'm going through 2nd puberty right now, on my own because my grandma is dead and none of my aunts have the Gift. PLUS all this other stuff.

I want to cry because all women seem to hate me now for some reason and I don't know what I've done to so grievously offend them, except, I don't know.. lose like 200 lbs and clear my skin up. Sorry. I ran every morning for like, months AND hit the gym and REALLY tried to eat right for awhile. Can't ever remember to eat anymore (which is bad and I'm trying to keep schedules on that) but I was really diligent for quite some time.

I feel really good writing this all out to you.

I feel like you're going to understand for some reason.

But I'm also pretty sure you're going to go "this chick is crazy" and just drop me, as is well within your rights and COMPLETELY understandable. I swear I'm not crazy.. I've got all the photo evidence. I can produce all the documentation. I could even try to whip up some magic in front of you, but I get really nervous around boys so it's hard. But maybe you'll get it. Chloe said you're just like me. She'd been talking you up since the day she met you. So maybe she just saw some of the little spark in you that she sees in me and we have the same kind of weird spark.

I'm definitely marching to the beat of my own drummer, but like, I can't find the drummer. I don't drum. I can't even keep a steady rhythm. Melodies, yes, a strong downbeat, sure, no rhythm. I can never lead the dance, total follower when we do the blues.

Do you have a drummer? How do you do it? How do you stand so sturdy on the ground? I always feel like I'm about to float away on the breeze or something..

My friends here are always telling me I should like, go out and talk to the moon or something because it helps them lift their worries but I mostly feel like I'm looking at myself when I look at the moon. I love using it to channel a little extra oomph when I want to boost a signal or something but I've never really felt it answer my call. Mostly I swear I hear other people's calls coming from it. So frustrating.

Anyway, still hope to hear from you.. not to be weird but I'll probably ask Chloe this week if she's heard anything. I'm still in IL trying not to become the first magical political prisoner in the US so even if you were coming home this week or something.. I'm pretty far away. But, maybe we could talk on the phone again? I miss people calling me. Nobody calls anymore.

I hope you have a lovely week, and day. I'm sorry for being so weird. I just gotta let the words fall out where they will when I'm not talking in person. They know what I'm trying to say and I always forget.

I wanna know your story. if you'd like to tell me some time.

- Kate

P.S... here are some pictures. I actually put some on my ma's laptop so I can send them. Still no nudes though. Something's been crazy with all the lights and my camera lately.. normally I can NEVER catch this kind of stuff on film. Must be the fairies getting bored again. Those ones from where I'm sticking my tongue out were on St. Patrick's Day.. totally was the day all this shit just HIT the fan. Also the day that scary dude waited outside CeCe's apartment building, accused me of being a leprechaun, screamed at the lady I was talking to, lit some matches in my face, and tried to follow us home. I'M A LITTLE SCARED TO EVER WALK ANYWHERE BY MYSELF EVER AGAIN. I WOULD DEFINITELY LIKE SOME, IDK, HUGS OF PROTECTION... from somebody.

Sorry most of the pictures are like, selfies.. most of the pics I take are really portraits of myself or local stuff and if you don't know the people in them I don't think they make a lot of sense, ya know.. but I tried to include variety! And, idk, for some reason it's like I look different every other day. Sigh. I've got SO many other things on my mind, but THIS is next on my list of stuff to explore.

TTYL

(hopefully.)

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