Hi, I'm Aren. You can also call me Kat if we're friends. She/her, he/him, they/them.
Hispanic, genderfluid, Texas.
Surviving the boredom of this city, one day at a time.
MY THEATER ARTS TEACHER IS V COOL I WAS LIKE, “hey, I can film the auditions for you and put the videos on your computer if you’d like” AND HE WAS LIKE, “Yeah, that’d be- OH YOU KNOW WHAT I remember you told me you like filming and film making. That gives me an idea. Video editing isn’t really my thing, so maybe you can film and edit the cast and crew and the making of the production. Someone did that when I was directing a show for (a college, m’kay) and it was awesome. At one point they filmed me with a tear rolling down and then laughing, and they added all this cool music and made it into like a real cool behind the scenes thing. Maybe you could do that if you’d like.”
FriiiiuiiIIIICKKKK YEAHHHHH. Then I was like, “do you think that maybe we should ask people if they’re alright with their auditions being filmed?” And he was like, “mmm, nah just show up and record. I’m the director, and you’re doing it with my permission.”
HE’S SO COOL I JUST WANNA CRY TBH HE’S GREAT THIS IS GONNA BE SO FUN.
A LEEEEEEEAP OF FAITH
I just wanna find my keys and for my mom to stop being mean to me tbh
My hands smell like mustard and I still haven’t found my damn keys
i’m into really low commitment hangouts like lying on the floor near each other or falling asleep together or falling into an endless void together
I’m not sure why exactly my mom is so afraid of me not being home and actually having fun. She gas lights me all the time and makes me think I’m entirely dependent of her. She doesn’t even like me. Even when I “jokingly” say that she loves my brother more than any of my other siblings, she doesn’t deny it. Anytime I get sick, feel sick, or say something about my mental health, she screams at me like it’s my fault and I’m worthless because I’m not fucking perfect. Said brother is the exact same way. She calls me a hypochondriac for saying I have a cold when I’m literally coughing my tonsils to shit, and she has every fucking medication you can possibly think of. I don’t have the energy to be angry anymore, I’m just fucking sad. She’s never encouraged me to be happy, only encouraged me to be smart and thin. I’m pretty sure she hates me because her intentions have always been to make me feel inferior, yet I find things that make me much happier than she’s ever been.
Don’t even get me started on my dad. I find it easier to pretend he’s not part of my life.