katie s

“To feel empty.. to me, is not a lack of emotion, or feeling, rather than a great presence looming over a person that is so overwhelmingly large that they can do nothing but stare into space blindly. This presence is similar to a potentially catastrophic wave crashing onto oneself and being drowned by its sheer force.”
― Katie Seaver, The Melancholia of the Grotesque

“I just found it so unbearable to push through such a mundane life with nothing to have happiness for, to slowly rot as I slip further and further away from reality.”
― Katie Seaver, The Melancholia of the Grotesque

“I have vivid dreams of people’s bodies being ripped apart gruesomely, yet I wish sometimes that I could be the body they tore apart. The freedom of my viscera spilling out all over the floor, with no control over it, seems like heaven to me.”
― Katie Seaver, The Melancholia of the Grotesque

“I wished only for my flesh to peel off of my bones and my bones burn within deep flames to turn into nothing but ash and dust, leaving my immortal soul on this hell of which is referred to as earth with nothing, but my memory of her.”
― Katie Seaver, The Melancholia of the Grotesque