My blog is an awkward mix of serious issues, hot people, and musicals. I'm 18, I'm Queer, and I like cats. My name is Kayla, but I'm rolling KJ around in my head. Go for it. Female pronouns are fine, but neutral pronouns are great. It can get NSFW, sorry about that.

Kaye is the Sam to my Dean and the Doctor to my Jack and my soul twin.


Great. Now I’m having a mental breakdown. 

I don’t have any fucking positive forces in my life. I’ve only gotten as far as I have in school because of internalized pressure to make something of myself. I’ve finally realized that I won’t survive as an adult anyway, and that’s why my grades are going to shit. 

I could write an essay about how much everything sucks if that could get me any money for college. At least then my mom would stop yelling… about that at least.