She was so pretty, had a stunning body, was talented, and was bursting with charisma, and yet she threw it all away because she couldn't see beyond her druggie lifestyle, edgy commercial nihilism, crappy friends, and Gen Z internet culture.

Her 'friends' and white knights online may screech and cry about those of us looking at her tits and trying to dig up more, but in some ways we're treating her with much more respect than she or her friends did. At least we care - which is more that can be said for anyone who saw her increasingly unhinged tiktoks this year. Crazy how anyone with even an ounce of empathy in them can tell that inside she's screaming, but no-one even noticed or cared.

And fuck, while I'm at it, I'm not gonna pretend withthe power of hindsight that I'm some kind of internet hero who always has the right answer to everything, but if a member of my family or even a really close friend sent tweets like those last few katie sent, about suicide, then I'd be dropping everything, going there, and bang on the door until I was let in and stay there the whole fucking night if needs be - drinking and joking or getting fucking monopoly out - whatever it takes for the moment to pass. Because everyone I've ever heard who survived a suicide attempt when they were having a hopeless depression episode, is glad that they did it. And if Katie was still here now then she'd be relieved that she still existed and could continue to do stuff like act and watch spongebob and visit churches.