My name's Sarah.
I want nothing more than to travel the world.
Genuine smiles are few and far between.
I sing with my entire soul.
I'm not sure if love is possible for me.
I want to grow up, but I am afraid of getting old.
I'm too old for my age, but I am by no means boring.
I'm a walking contradiction, but that's what makes me me.
This is the only place that I have for me; I won't live a life of favors here like I do in reality.
I'm extremely sarcastic with a compassionate soul.
It’s not the sanctuary that it used to be for me.
Everybody knows everything in my head.
It’s just another outlet for people in my day to day life to try and communicate with me.
And as harsh as it sounds, I need a break from reality sometimes.
So, as much as it saddens me, it’s time for this blog to end. I’ve had it for almost three years now.
It was a solid run. I stayed hidden for three years - isn’t that an accomplishment?
(via imaginaryenemy-)
(via dirtyatmosphere)
(via dirtyatmosphere)
(via itsjillaine)
I had a good fifteen minute conversation about this song with two guys at a party the other night. I won’t bore you with details that I’m sure only we found important.
Fuck this shit.
It took me a half an hour to scroll through ten pages.
TEN PAGES.
I gave up before I smashed the thing into pieces.
I’m going to go insane if my parents don’t do something about this computer situation.
Before you speak, ask yourself: is it kind, is it necessary, is it true, does it improve on the silence?
