nothing ventured, nothing gained.
I bounce back and forth between two states: caring painfully for every little thing to give myself a semblance of composed meaning, and feeling consumed by utter apathy because I believe that nothing matters or means anything in the grand scope of things. I struggle every day to understand and reconcile, but I’ve found my home in the crossfire and introspective thought that they spawn.
Hello, my name is Cat, and I am a 20 year old artist and thinker from North Carolina. I have the curiosity and hunger for life of someone half as old as myself, the skepticism and resignation of someone three times my age, and the capacity for the feelings and emotions of hundreds. Once upon a time, I believed that everyone was destined to find true love. I’ve since fallen from such an optimistic grace, but I have never once stopped hoping.
If you are interested in reading a collection of (mostly haphazard and disorganized) musings that I’ve written about myself, you can do so here.