As you may have noticed I changed my pen name to Gikahae, I feel like this name represents me more now than Cut-Wrist Kate, I have grown as a person since I created my profile and it's time for a change.

NOTICE: All stories are on PERMANENT hiatus unless one of you people can convince me otherwise. I seriously considered deleting this entire profile complete with fics just because I don't think any of them suit who I am as a person now. So, instead I'm going to leave them here, complete with all of the errors I made. Maybe one day, I'll revise them.

Name: Katelyn

Prefered Name: Kate, Gikahae.

Music: Indescribable but incredibly important.

Artists: Marylin Manson, AFI, Mindless Self Indulgence, Edith Piaf, Imogen Heap

Books: The Perks of Being a Wall Flower, Running with Scissors, This is All, Memoirs of a Geisha, Harry Potter, The Book Theif, Night.

Authors: J.K. Rowling, Shakespeare, Robert Frost, Edgar Alan Poe, Sylvia Plath

Books to Read: The Weight of Numbers, The Historian, Pilgrim

Manga: Loveless, Gravitation,

Color: Blue, Beige

Clothes: Indie, Vintage, Hipster

Eyes: Steel Blue with Greeny Yellow Around Pupil.

Relationship Status: Engaged

Sexual Orientation: Lesbian

Fanfiction: Harry Potter

Pairings: SS/HP, LM/HP, TR/HP, LM/DM

Hobbies: Reading, Writing, Poetry, Contemplating

Quote: When words are rare they are seldom spent in vain.

Once on a yellow piece of papper with green lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Chops"

because that was the name of his dog

And that's what it was all about.

And his teacher gave him an A

and a gold star

And his mother hung it on the kitchen door

and read it to his aunts

That was the year Father Tracy

took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus

And his lttle sister was born

with tiny toenails and no hair

And his mother and father kissed a lot

And the girl around the corner sent him a

Valentine signed with a row of X's

and he had to ask his father what the X's meant

And his father always tucked him in bed at night

And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Autumn"

because that was the name of the season

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

and asked him to write more clearly

And his mother never hung it on the ktchen door

because of its new paint

And the kids told him

that Father Tracy smoaked cigars

And left the butts on the Pews

And sometimes they would burn holes

That was the year his sister got glasses

with thick lenses and black frames

And the girl around the corner laughed

when he asked her to go see Santa Clause

And the kids told him why

his mother and father kissed a lot

And his father never tucked him in bed at night

And his fathe got mad

when he cried for him to do it

Once on a piece of paper torn from his notebook

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Innocence: A Question."

becuse that was the question of his girl

And that's what it was all about

And his professor gave him an A

and a strange look

And his mother never hung it on the kitcn door

because he never showed her

That was the year that Father Tracy died

And he forgot how the end

of Apostle's Creed went

And he caught his sister

making out of the back porch

And his mother and father never kissed

or even talked

And the girl around the corner

wore too much makeup

That made him cough when he kssed her

but he kissed her anyway

because that was the thing to do

And at Three A.M. he tucked himself into bed

his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag

he tried other poem

And he called it "Absolutly Nothing"

Becasue that's what it was really about

And he gave himself an A

And and slash on each damned wrist

And he hung it on the bathroom door

because he didn't think

he could make it to the kitchen