{Saratopia}

I know more and more about you every day, yet I understand you less and less.

This is Sarah...
She is happy. She is loving. She is loved. She is caring. She is cared for. She is a dreamer. She is hopeful. She is amazed. She is interested. She is understanding. She is nurturing. She is playful. She is outgoing. She is crazy. She is loud. She is quiet. She is thoughtful. She is colourful. She is eccentric. She is quirky. She is befriended. She is boyfriended. She is vibrant. She is beautiful. She is artistic. She is creative. She is silly. She is mature. She is immature. She is smart. She is strong. She is flexible. She is poetic. She is a writer. She is a dancer. She is a singer. She is a musician. She is musical. She is a runner. She is a fighter. She is perfect. She is not alone.
But...
She is depressed. She is apathetic. She is pained. She is bored. She is pathetic. She is strained. She is stupid. She is lonely. She is friendless. She is hopeless. She is uninterested. She is ugly. She is disturbed. She is lame. She is screwed. She is regretful. She is nervous. She is unsure. She is shy. She is opinionated. She is weak. She is unamazed. She is unworthy. She is insecure. She is perverted. She is obnoxious. She is imperfect. She is alone.
In spite of that...
She understands that the world is not out to get her, no matter how much it seems to be at times. And she knows that it is in her power to be who she wants to be. And she will always stand out yet fit in when she's too scared. And she will always love without bounds because she knows someone is there. But she will never forget that she is still alone, because in a world so cruel you can really trust no one. But she knows who to trust and will love them 'till the end. And she finds herself when she is at her weakest. She knows that in the end it doesn't matter how short her pencil gets or how many pages she fills, but she still will keep on writing in an attempt to fill the empty pages with the feelings that she feels. And when she stares off dazedly she finds the world so troubled. With so much already lost and so much to gain, she never knows what to behold. But she keeps on living, keeps on smiling, keeps on laughing every day because the world is a lie but when she closes her eyes she can find a way. And she cannot help to think that this section is a waste of time, because in the end not even she knows where to find
herself.

So you can label me as...
Fourteen years young.
Primary consumer.
Wiccan practicer.
Befriended.
Boyfriended. (always and forever<3)
Unpopular.
Harry Potter freak.
Animal lover.
Tree hugger.
Telly addicted.
Celly addicted.
iPod hogger.
Boy/girl snogger.
Object namer.
Love gamer.
Comedy lover.
Amazing author ;)
Music freak.
Art geek.
Randomized dresser.
Whore/slut/bitcher.
((rhyming skills rock, no?))
Just know I embrace it. :D

I love those moments where you are having a conversation with somebody, and you both know that it's hilarious, but neither one of you laughs because it's just that funny. You know, you know?

The trouble with reality is that there is no background music.

In case you were wondering, my iPod has 2431 songs, and growing. :D

Can't even shout, can't even cry
The Gentlemen are coming by
Looking in windows
Knocking on doors
They need to take seven
and they might take yours
Can't call Mom
Can't say a word
You're gonna die screaming
but you won't be heard

- Hush - Buffy the Vampire Slayer season four

I wasted so much time on you and you never even said goodbye.

The question isn't how do we trust, it's how don't we.

My life is like watching a movie.

I never cry when a loved one dies because I know that their spirit will stay with me. But I always cry when I lose someone who's still alive because their spirit can still fly away from me.

So tell yourself you're everything, and tell yourself you're nothing. Tell yourself you're beautiful, and tell yourself you're ugly. Tell yourself you're very smart, and tell yourself you're stupid. Tell yourself you can make a change, and tell yourself you're worthless. Tell yourself there's nothing left, but there's still something worth living for.

RIP Biggie, PapPap, Grandma, and (insert lost one here). We miss you.

I love you already! <3