KimmyKat• Show poems

G'day. I am Kim. I’m loud. I’m obnoxious. I laugh at things that aren’t funny. I’m a romantic. Sappy movies make me cry. I’m good at anything artistic, and then I hit a wall. That is where my talent stops. I sing, dance, act, paint, sculpt, write, speak, do nails, paint china, do hair, design clothes, do make-up, interior decorate, cook, create outfits, make knick knacks, and pretend I know how to play piano. I chew on my thumb nail when I’m thinking and my pinky nail when I’m worried. I wring my hands when I’m anxious. I’m horrible at telling a lie. I love to eat. I have suffered from eating disorders and was diagnosed with depression, social anxiety disorder, panic disorder, disociative disorder, and ADHD. I think the ADHD thing was a load of–hey look! A chicken! Let’s chase it!

I have a really dry sense of humor. I love coffee houses. I used to have a set tea time. I think I’m more Brittish than I am American… This thought almost upsets me. Almost. I love to read anything I can get my hands on. I have a wonderful vocabulary. My random knowledge intake is roughly twice the size of yours. I have an excelent memory. Almost photographic. This is because instead of blocking things out, my disociative disorder has worked in the opposite way. Because I don’t have emotional connections to memory, my memory finds other things to relate something too. This means I remember things more acurately than you do. Sometimes if I forget that something happened, people second guess themselves and tell me that if I don’t remember it, it must not have happened.

I’m kind of a bohemian. No. Not kind of. I am. Lets face it. There is no hiding it.

I think this is enough to satisfy your curiosity for now.